Two vampires dangling down a garment rack
The castle loop holes filling silver screen
In panoramic picture peep all back in whack
The realm yet real the light turned cold and clean
The suits of armour wait in mirror sheen
As vampires conquer sun through visor grates
Theres little left to waste on might have been
In veins the saline water circulates
The rainy weather drinking water propagates
In dungeons dives and cellars foggiest freeze
Ice blocks are burnished lenses various states
To right the world of woe its special pleas
In metal suits if wounded flesh afloat
In raw on racks if scarred to whinge and dote
Chorus afloat buoyant rafting
