Heather in the field and on the screen
Watch her lips- see what she means
Passing fancy in my dreams
But Heather isn’t what she seems

Vampire girl living in the city
Black hair like death but very pretty
Passing memory and terrible screams
But Heather isn’t what she seems

Red eyes and lies and hidden pride
Fears and sleeping by your side
Love letters flow in feverish reams
But Heather isn’t what she seems

Love and trepidation
A mortal man in an immortal nation
Blood boils and sweat steams
But Heather isn’t what she seems

Your heart and soul glisten in the moonlight
Bared and cleaved as disgorged anthracite
Alone and scared at midnight
You hope and pray it’s all right
And then you lose your site

You can sense the breath as the beast approaches
But you are unable to react
On your back for the last attack
It comes in waves of anguish

It all passes as does the fright
Liquid red and cold anthracite
Dropped love fractures scattering the light
Of the life leaving your eyes
No one dies and then cries

You can sense the breath as the beast approaches
But you are unable to react
On your back for the last attack
It comes in waves of anguish

You have been found guilty of covenants with the devil

Your ministry reeks of death and rancor
You taste guile and blood with wicked canker
Rancid rambling as you murmur
Fate will leave your fetid feelings
At the door of tomorrow’s disenchantment

Feeling like you’ve done this before
On another planet behind a different door
Acid rain waters anthracnose
There is your hope and there it goes

You have been found guilty of covenants with the devil