or: primeval, medieval, ultimatevil…
© MMXVIII A.N.E.
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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!
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But there’s no blood left around here!
What the fuck is he gonna drink?
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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…
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Time to hew his fangs into some hippie fags!
Said and done his eyes turn wide and white…
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But what the unlight is all that about?
The stars turn green, the night is purple.
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And oh boy look at that cookie moon!
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What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck is going on?
Drug infested blood in
Nosferatus veins
Stoner eyes of the undead…