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 Lugosi's dead
Undead Undead Undead
Oh Bela, Bela's undead