Standard (EADGBE)

Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano.

The flames burn glaringly higher.

 And the eyes that stare through the darkness,

 though they have no form, there's no need for alarm.

Chorus

  So burn.

  So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher

So burn, burn the flames, never to expire.

Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ.

The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell.

And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house --

a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit --

every creature is stirring, even the mouse.

Chorus

Solo

Here I sit, myself, at my instruments.

Here they sit at their instruments,

and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares.

"The children of the night, what music we make!"

Chorus

[Solo 2 / Outro]