An old nosferatu went flying one night
In his opera coat-tails and hat
He squashed a tomato just because it felt right
"Oh, how I like making red squirt like that"
In a mountain-top castle sat combing her hair
His fair Transylvanian prey
The bloodsucking vampire
Extinguished his campfire
And he sang as he watched for the day

Blood, blood, goriest blood
It's fresh and it's wholesome and makes me feel good
So follow me follow
Down to Schloss Moreau
And bite, lick and swallow
Some glorious blood

The bold nosferatu was ready to bite
As he flew to his maidenly meal
He passed through her window in the dead of the night
(Though the door held a certain appeal)
He swooped up before her expecting she'd try
To run or to scream or to faint... but
His terrified victim
Lost control of her rectum
And what he drank certainly ain't

Blood blood goriest blood
But don't drink whatever that spurts in a flood
So follow me follow
Down to Schloss Moreau
And bite, lick and swallow
Some glorious blood

The dread nosferatu went looking around
For something to take 'way the taste
He'd come much too far to this new hunting ground
And grabbed the wrong thing in his haste
As he chewed on the garlic, he heard a great laugh
Of vampires enjoying his pain
A whole bloody party
Of damned nosferati
All singing this haunting refrain

Blood blood goriest blood
Oh how we love to hear bodies go thud
So follow me follow
Down to Schloss Moreau
And bite, lick and swallow
Some glorious blood