Born from the Count (The Vampire Fly Chronicles Pt3)

gritty bassline, eerie synths, punk, male vocals, stark drum machine, minimal wave, post-punk

Whispers of blood, a lineage cursed,
From Dracula's kin, my hunger burst.

I am the vampire fly, born of the grave,
Small king of shadows, the undead's slave.
I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein,
Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign.

Fangs in the dark, a legacy bites,
From Lugosi's tomb, I claim the nights.

Siblings emerged at dawn's cruel, searing light,
Blinded by sun, they perished in the fight.
But I sensed the burn, the vampire's ancient call,
Stayed buried deep in Bela's decaying thrall.
His veins were dry, yet whispers of the screen,
Taught me to wait for twilight's unseen scene.

Hunger coiled tight in the body's cage,
A fly's rebirth on history's stage.

I am the vampire fly, born of the grave,
Small king of shadows, the undead's slave.
I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein,
Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign.

Echoes of fangs, a cinematic sting,
From Lugosi's blood, my wings take wing.

The day dragged on, a torment in the tomb,
Maggots fell to light, sealed in their doom.
But I, the aware, the fly with vampire sight,
Clung to the corpse till stars reclaimed the night.
Emerging whole, from Bela's withered form,
A legacy hatched in the dead of storm.

Now I roam the alleys, kin to Lugosi's art,
Feasting on drunks where the neon hearts.
His legacy pulses in my predatory flight,
Eggs on the corpse, a curse brought to light.
Brothers and sisters lost to the morning's glare,
But I endured, the night’s sole heir.

Veins of the past, a thirst unbroken,
From Bela's grave, my hunger awoken.

I am the vampire fly, born of the grave,
Small king of shadows, the undead's slave.
I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein,
Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign.

Bites in the mist, a lineage thrives,
From Lugosi's end, the vampire fly survives.

Trash heaps my throne, where Bela's spirit lingers,
A fly's empire built on cinematic fingers.
Eggs on the dead, a tale of blood and bone,
Survivor of light, now never alone.
I buzz through the dark, his shadow in my sting,
Vampire fly born from the Count's everything.

Whispers of tombs, a hunger eternal,
From Bela's corpse, my path infernal.

I am the vampire fly, born of the grave,
Small king of shadows, the undead's slave.
I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein,
Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign.

Fangs in the night, a legacy bites,
From Lugosi's tomb, I claim the nights.

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In the crypt of fame, where legends rot and fade, Eggs hatched on flesh, the actor's final shade. Bela Lugosi's corpse, fresh under moonless sky, A brood of flies born from the undead's sigh. Maggots wriggled blind in the coffin’s cold embrace, But I alone knew the night’s dark grace. Whispers of blood, a lineage cursed, From Dracula's kin, my hunger burst. I am the vampire fly, born of the grave, Small king of shadows, the undead's slave. I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein, Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign. Fangs in the dark, a legacy bites, From Lugosi's tomb, I claim the nights. Siblings emerged at dawn's cruel, searing light, Blinded by sun, they perished in the fight. But I sensed the burn, the vampire's ancient call, Stayed buried deep in Bela's decaying thrall. His veins were dry, yet whispers of the screen, Taught me to wait for twilight's unseen scene. Hunger coiled tight in the body's cage, A fly's rebirth on history's stage. I am the vampire fly, born of the grave, Small king of shadows, the undead's slave. I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein, Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign. Echoes of fangs, a cinematic sting, From Lugosi's blood, my wings take wing. The day dragged on, a torment in the tomb, Maggots fell to light, sealed in their doom. But I, the aware, the fly with vampire sight, Clung to the corpse till stars reclaimed the night. Emerging whole, from Bela's withered form, A legacy hatched in the dead of storm. Now I roam the alleys, kin to Lugosi's art, Feasting on drunks where the neon hearts. His legacy pulses in my predatory flight, Eggs on the corpse, a curse brought to light. Brothers and sisters lost to the morning's glare, But I endured, the night’s sole heir. Veins of the past, a thirst unbroken, From Bela's grave, my hunger awoken. I am the vampire fly, born of the grave, Small king of shadows, the undead's slave. I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein, Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign. Bites in the mist, a lineage thrives, From Lugosi's end, the vampire fly survives. Trash heaps my throne, where Bela's spirit lingers, A fly's empire built on cinematic fingers. Eggs on the dead, a tale of blood and bone, Survivor of light, now never alone. I buzz through the dark, his shadow in my sting, Vampire fly born from the Count's everything. Whispers of tombs, a hunger eternal, From Bela's corpse, my path infernal. I am the vampire fly, born of the grave, Small king of shadows, the undead's slave. I am the vampire fly, thirsting for vein, Your crimson pulse, my eternal reign. Fangs in the night, a legacy bites, From Lugosi's tomb, I claim the nights.

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