Here I sit a vampire, and my piano.
The flames burn, glarringly higher.
And the eyes, that stare through the darkness,
though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.
So burn.

 [bad word] 
So burn, burn the flames higher, and higher.
So burn, burn the flames never, to expire.

Here I sit a skeleton, and my organ.
The candles in my kettle all burn hellishly, hellish [bad word] 
And the laughter, un-ending echoes through the haunted house,
a little Christmas spirit, ghostly haunting deadly spirit.
Every creature is stirring, even the mouse.
So burn.

 [bad word] 

Here I sit myself, at my [bad word] 
Here they sit, at their [bad word] 
And the music feels, and feels,
terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
Children of the night, what music we make.
So burn.

 [bad word]