Twentieth Century Vampire

I see my funeral in the rain!
Watch as the mourners cry in vain.
I seem them standing 'round my tomb.
Hear my prophecy of doom!

I'm a twentieth century vampire!
I was born to die!
Cursed to live in the darkness!
Cursed to live again!

I see the lights of the town!
From the hills I'm coming down,
crawling in the roads of mud,
drowning in rivers of your blood!

Angel of your necromantic love!
Falling from black skies above,
kiss me through the hour of your death,
give me your final dying breath!!!