Paul Roland - Nosferatu

^BmHe dines alone in empty ^Arooms ^AWith sweet bouquet of withered ^Gblooms ^GHis teeth long rotted to the r^F#oot ^F#He sucks the pulp of bruised ^Bmfruit ^BmGone the bearing and the ^Agrace ^ASad sunken eyes and charmel ^Gface ^GHe'll dye his hair and paint his ^F#nails ^F#And rouge the cheeks that aging ^Bmpales

^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead ^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead

^BmAnd when he stands before the ^Aglass ^ANo reflection does he ^Gcast ^GThis vile disease that taints his ^F#line ^F#Burns the fabric of his ^Bmmind ^BmHe writes accursed in his ^Abed ^AThe wretched sleep of the u^Gndead ^GThe slow parade of faded f^F#riends ^F#The long dark sleep that never ^Bmends

^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead ^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead

^BmHis great house weeps with rank d^Aecay ^AHe walks by night and sleeps by d^Gay ^GHe'll rail the Reaper, curse him ^F#low ^F#He who waits and mocks him ^Bmso

^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead ^BmNosfe^Arat^Gu ^F#he sleeps the sleep of the undead