Is not a dream, voices calling me,
black birds flying in my head.
I'm not sleeping now. I think that is this real,
but is too late, he bited my neck.
Oh, oh...

He musted to enter at my window at the night,
there's breaks glasses on the floor.
I don't understand how this tarmagant
in the dark of sky he fly.
Oh, oh...

Blood in my pillow, blood in my pillow...

Drinking all the blood of his victims innocents,
as this night he did with me.
Nailing his sharps teeth in the necks,
emptying for complete they veins.
Oh, oh...

Now I'm one of they. I'll fly with the moon
searching victims that I'll bite.
And in the deep of night you'll watch me and you'll here
in your window my scream.
Oh, oh...

Blood in my pillow, blood in my pillow...

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