Music : Jon [bad word]  Bill Owen / Lyrics : Gene Adams

The sun is gleaming in 
shadow is cast 
soul lies waiting 
Waiting to rise 

The father of darkness 
is how he is known 
In the tomb he lies dormant 
Awaiting the night 

He lives for the taste of the night 
He lives for the final bite 
And when [bad word] calling 
It's death at your door 

The father of darkness 
His soul never rests 
He'll make you the undead 
Forever his slave 

The sun is rising up 
He returns to rest 
Awaiting his calling 
He's calling for you 

Flying through windows 
He's got you entranced 
You won't wake tomorrow 
You've taken his mark 

He wants to possess you 
Your blood is his life 
His eyes are gleaming 
His teeth like a knife 

His princess of darkness 
You'll die for his bite 
And when [bad word] calling 
It's death at your door 

An unliving horror 
He sleeps by day 
The blood of you fills him 
It's what gives him life 

prisoner of the night 
He awaits his next bite 
On the wings of the darkness 
He's flying to you