Something really frightening
Happens behind the walls of that house
No one could ever thought
Evil could master a heart!
Morning, time to beg
Wrapped in rags she walks down the streets
Vampiress of the Sunset Street
Will trick you with some candy and sweet
Vampiress of the Sunset Street
Don’t get loose from your mother’s grip!
In a pitch-black darkness
You feel a cold bone here by your side…
Another friend has gone
Your only hope not be the next one
Evening, society
With nobility time to rub shoulders
“Potion. Blood, fat and hair…
No waste of the children, drawn”
Potion!
Blood!
Fat and hair!
The burnt bones of the children dead!
A baby girl face behind the window shouts
The cover-up discovered, garrote for the Vampiress!
No trial or sentence, Black Hand has signed
And never will be known the mystery of her double-life!
Darkest nightmares will come tonight…
And yes, you will yell!
Vampiress of the Sunset Street
Will trick you with some candy and sweet
Vampiress of the Sunset Street
Don’t get loose from your mother’s grip!
“Blood… is the fountain of life…”
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.