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 E5  C5  A5  B5 

E5                            C5             
  Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
A5                            B5
  The flames burn glaringly higher.
       E5                         C5
And the eyes that stare through the darkness,
           A5                       B5
though they have no form , there's no need for alarm.

Chorus:
     E5  E5
   So burn.
     C5              A5    B5            E5      
   So burn,  burn the flames, higher, and higher
   So burn,  burn the flames, never   to expire.

Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.
The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.
And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --
         a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --
every creature is stirring, even the mouse.

[Chorus]

[Solo]

Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.
Here they sit at their instruments,
and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.
"The children of the night, what music we make!"

[Chorus]

[Solo 2 / Outro]