London After Midnight - Wrathchild America

Too many times they tried to kill

The Prince of the dark

To put an end to his evil life

By means of a stake through his heart

But every time the sun goes down

The terror starts to rise

The gas lamps over the streets of London

Flicker as his cape flies by

He lost his soul to the king of darkness

From the first lethal bite

He lives his death in fear of the cross

The urge to kill every night

Too many countries have chased him hard

To destroy his need for blood

To seal his coffin with the holy nail

To stop before he strikes again

But every time they invade his castle

Nosferatu was never there

Those foolish victims are his next meal

Death is in his stare

He lost his soul to the king of darkness

From the first lethal bite

He lives his death in fear of the cross

The urge to kill every night

London after midnight

Blood lust till the dawn

London after midnight

Your mortal life is gone

Even he who is pure in heart

And says his prayers by night

May become a bat when the vampire prowls

And the moon is full and bright

Watch your neck

What’s that shadow on the wall

A virgin boy on a black stallion

Just walked across my grave oh no

London after midnight

Blood lust till the dawn

London after midnight

Your mortal life is gone

London after midnight

Blood lust till the dawn

London after midnight

Your mortal life is gone