• His touch is so cold and his skin so white
    He only comes out in the middle of the night

    He wakes up when the moon is in the sky
    He goes and hunts poeple and I know why

    In the night you see for us humans its the worst
    Because he must go and with blood quench his thirst

    He creeps through the window as silent as can be
    All he wants is blood even from you and me

    From the neck he drinks drop by drop
    and when he is done through the window he'll hop

    Then he will run back to his old house
    And crawl in his coffin as quiet as a mouse

    There he will sleep all day long
    But when the night comes he will be gone