Vampire

Oh Oh, the bomb boy eyes only trod upon creation When we could bloody meditation On the set of bomb boy eyes On the fight against, off a mess

On a fight against, creation On a fight against everything good for the younger generation On the road, on the wind, the wind is up many nights And on the hump, the word is daylight On a set top, on the road, on the road, on my eyes Only like a sea blood running Make sure you know it's fire burning

On the set top, on my eyes I wanna fight the gates of the bayon Fight the gates of the bayon Creation You fight the gates of the bayon Everything good for the young, lost in the race And to all of my arms They try to find the race And look at the blood of the nation

But the sad, da-ba-yah I'm gonna drink up the old wine, have no place for the new wine Put the set up on my eye, I'm gonna fight against my romping teeth You fight against your devotees, fight against everything gone for the younger generation Food or bonfire On a try-n-up on creation With your bloody meditation

When a set of bonfires Food or bonfires Don't know we can miss out many nights And on a hungry way this day's light For the set of bonfires Food or... Oh