Letras:
Calabrese The Traveling Vampire Show

(Death is no prison to those who have given their souls to the Prince of Darkness.) You say to me What you wanna hear No one listens, no one cares

Dye your hair black and wear it in your face Crawl onto a headstone And lie inside the grave Skip into the cemetery Let the morning come We don't mind

(Now what is the force of the Anti-Christ, which in the last of these days has the greatest appeal to the lust of the flesh. There's no doubt whatsoever

Let's go! We're the ones that'll take you down our plans to fight go to hell for what is ours (what is ours) Do you wanna die tonight Oh baby I'll show

(Can death be out-witted? Is the secret to eternal life just around that corner?) She's into the paranormal Black cats, and the occult Her parents put

(Lo tenia, pero es increible, nadie puede resucitar, quiza robaron su cadaver) We know that you have secrets Because we have them too If you tell us