By: Queen of Horror
Creatures of the night
They give out quite a fright
Drinking blood for the thrill
Because they like to kill

No matter which one
They can't see the sun
For they will surely burn
To life there's no return

Becoming forgotten
They sleep in a coffin
They go away during the day
And at night they come out to play

Their number is 6-6-6
Better grab your crucifix
For their cold as ice
And humans their sacrifice

Rising from the grave
There's no human you can save
For take the holy way
The water makes them go away

A stake to the heart
Rips them apart
For they dictate like empires
For they are vampires

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