Here I sit, a vampire
At my piano
The flames burn,
Glaringly higher
And the eyes that stare
Through the darkness
Though they have no form,
There's no need for alarm
So burn
So burn,
Burn the flames
Higher, and higher
So burn,
Burn the flames
Never to expire
Here I sit, a skeleton
At my organ
The candles in my kettle
All burn hellishly, hellish hell
And the laughter, unending,
Echoes through the haunted house
A little Christmas spirit,
Ghostly haunting deadly spirit
Every creature is stirring
Even the mouse
So burn
So burn,
Burn the flames
Higher, and higher
So burn,
Burn the flames
Never to expire
Here I sit, myself
At my instruments
Here they sit,
At their instruments
And the music feels, and feels
Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares
Children of the night,
What music we make
So burn
So burn,
Burn the flames
Higher, and higher
So burn,
Burn the flames
Never to expire
