The Last Vampire - Hollywood Vampires

He came up to the window in the mist

As I’d seem him often before

But he was solid then, not a ghost

And his eyes were fierce

Like a man’s when angry

He was laughing

When he turned to look back over the built of trees

Glinting in the moonlight

To where the dogs were barking

Then he began promising me things

Not in words, but by doing them

Have you seen at awful din of hellish infamy?

Where the very moonlight alive with grisly shapes

And every speck of dust that whirls in the wind

A devouring monster in embryo

Listen to them, the children of the night

What music they make