“Ohhhh, Bel-ah, Bela’s Undead…”

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi’s dead

The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi’s dead

Undead undead undead

The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi’s dead

Undead undead undead