Oh, such a pretty face,
A beauty without disgrace.
His eyes penetrate;
Oh to be in his embrace.
Why do I want to drown?
Why do I long to fall?
When I know he is evil;
He will my soul enthral!
If I leave, I escape his spell.
But if I leave, I will see my Hell.
I am a man of words and ideals;
I don’t believe in them.
It’s not reality;
Vampires can’t exist,
Oh to be able to condemn.
If I leave, I escape his spell.
But if I leave, I will see my Hell.
Who is he?
This creature of infinitive darkness,
This beauty that comes and brings me to madness?
The eyes that absorb every shade,
This beauty that I can’t escape.
Who is he?
Does it make sense for me to fall again?
Why do I feel like I am dying again?
Should I fall into temptation?
Why must I go in desperation?
Who is he?
Why do I wish to drown in his kiss again?
Why does his touch makes my heart burn again?
I write for truth, no one can deny!
Why must I ache for his reply?
It makes no sense in logical world!
And yet his touch left me unfurled…
Who is he?
Who is he?
The Vampire Lestat!
Oh, Daniel, you fool of lie!
I know it will be by his hand that I die!
Who is he?
Vampire Lestat!






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