The summer sun will
each year plunder our autumn...

All manner of concoctions
In all sizes and shapes...

Numb to the ears,
my senses now...

Nosferatu:
Such a Gothic tragedy...

Pitch tar black night.
Sharp cold winds blow...

You're such a tease
The way you look at me...

He begins to chant the demonic verse.
Unaware of the Satanic curse...

Tonight please come and hold me tight
kisses so right...

Such manic haunting past
A flood of tormenting memories...

Bad Shape:
All the world has come tumbling down...

Do you know the pains of loving
someone you can't be with...

Conspiracy :
With these eyes I see everything...