Bela Lugosi's Dead

White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead, undead, undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room the count Bela Lugosi's dead Undead, undead, undead Oh Bela, Bela's undead