Renfeild:
 Two years ago I was minding my business 
 Tending my garden at sunrise. 
 I heard a voice in my head that intrigued me 
 I answered yes, was I unwise? 
 Thus it began all the long preparation he needed for his plan 
 He cannot enter without invitation and I was his man 

 That's why; I always know what he's thinking. 
 I always know when he's drinking and from whom, 
 When he slips in some ones room. 
 Oh yes, I always know who he's after 
 I hear his triumphant laughter in my head 
 When he finds some new well bred, undead. 

 He sails across the seven seas 
 His ship cuts through the waves 
 And when the crimson [bad word] up 
 He drinks the blood of slaves 
 We have waited long, for the masters song 
 It's time to join in the [bad word] 
 Sing his song sing it loud and strong 
 And the master may give you new life. 

 I can't speak of the master 
 You must understand that all of this is confidential 
 Take my word for it preparedness is quintessential 
 I'm ready, I'm ready, and soon I'll be free 
 I'll be free... 

 The [bad word] before the storm 
 The crew is all below 
 The captain fights to steer a course 
 The master strikes him so! 

 [bad word] me; I always know what he's thinking 
 I always know where he's sinking those sharp teeth 
 I know where to send the wreath! 
 Master, they think a locked door prevents you 
 You're on your way I can sense you 
 Through the window, through the grating 
 Through the floorboard, through the fanlight  [bad word] the mist. And your kissed!