The green Demon

or: primeval, medieval, ultimatevil…


Somewhere in the woods in transylvania

Hides a creep of old in a weathered coffin.

A ghoul opens the lid on the brink of dusk

Just to notice that his master is pale like ash.

Master‘s calling for his daily breakfast routine

He dreams of a virgin neck bitten ‘til it bleeds!

But there’s no blood left around here!

What the fuck is he gonna drink?

Ghoul says he’s heard of a place called Goa:

Sweet seasoned blood in veins of plenty!

Coffin is mounted and hastiliy shipped —

Ashore the hippie filled beaches of utopia:

Nosferatu debarks like an obscene moses,

With a friendly smile on his crazy face…

Time to hew his fangs into some hippie fags!

Said and done his eyes turn wide and white…

But what the unlight is all that about?

The stars turn green, the night is purple.

And oh boy look at that cookie moon!

What the fuck is going on? 

What the fuck is going on?

Drug infested blood in 

Nosferatus veins

Stoner eyes of the undead…

Veröffentlicht von Agimar N. Edelgranberget

I am insane.

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