He belongs to upper class, no one knows about his past
His bath is champagne, but his life is insane
He often gets out after dark, prefers a walk in the park
He'll only come to rest when your blood stripes his chest

Fine young man wants to close another matter
F.y.m. wants your blood to splatter
His life is a thriller 'cause at night he's a killer

And with a manky sound he will exhaust your wounds
After he's weighed your heart he'll have dinner á la carte
So if you see him creep be aware of eternal sleep, yeah
Maybe you're brave enough to offer him knife and fork

At night I feel a strong desire my heart will turn into black fire
When I adore your white pure flesh so sweet, so young, so nice, so fresh
I am a monster and you know I'll never let my victims go
I like them bloody, like them raw so come on maiden be my...