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|| Em | C | Am | B ||

Em (022000@1)                         | C (x32010@1)           |
  Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.
Am (x02210@1)                         | B (x2444x@1) The flames burn glaringly higher.
      | Em (022000@1)                      | CAnd (x32010@1)the eyes that stare through the darkness,
         |  Am (x02210@1)                    | Bthough (x2444x@1)they have no form, there's no need for alarm.

Chorus:
   |  Em| (022000@1)Em (022000@1)  So burn.
   |  C (x32010@1)           | Am (x02210@1) | B (x2444x@1)        |  Em (022000@1)    |
   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]