Monsier L'Vampire goes
For his daily, evening walk.
In the darkness of night,
Fresh and new blood he seeks...
Looking for another victim tonight,
Takes most of his waking time,
His patience sometimes runs out
When he needs blood again, just as much...
Monsier L'Vampire is dressed
As usual, all in his elegant black attire,
With the finest silken cape,in black and all lined in red...
That reaches right,down to the ground...
Demure and granite- chiseled like...
Are his magnificent good looks.
With the most magnetic blue eyes,that I've ever seen...
That seem to look right, through, my soul!
Monsier L'Vampire goes out for the night,
Hunting for new blood is always his pleasure.
Blood races in the ladies' hearts at leasure...
When they all seem, to sense, his winning charms!
So every evening, when the sun goes down
Right over the new horizon that meets the sky...
Lestat searches in alleys and deserted, dimmed streets,
Hidden,in the darkness he waits,thirsting, for new blood!
