Vampira

Chasing him out of the room with a knife in his side

Telling the moon all is well as I turn back into me again

Blood in my tea is it you or the leaves that intoxicates me

I cannot tell, I am under your spell

Under your spell

Out on the road walking [?] near a hillside I spotted a car

Seeing myself all is well they will never be seen again

Blood in my teeth is it you could it be you that is in my disease

I cannot tell I am under your spell

Under your spell