It’s not a dream, voices are calling me,
Black birds flying over my head.
I’m not sleeping now; I think that is this real.
But is too late, he bit my neck.
Oh, oh…
He must’ve entered through my window in the night,
There’s broken glass on the floor.
I don’t understand how this vampire
Flew across the darkness of the sky.
Oh, oh…
Blood… on my pillow.
Drinking all the blood of his victims
As this night he did with me.
Sinking his sharp teeth into their necks
Completely emptying their veins.
Oh, oh…
Now I’m one of them; I’ll fly with the moon
Selecting victims to bite.
And in the dead of night you’ll see me and you’ll hear
Outside your window, my scream.
Oh, oh…
Blood… on my pillow.