Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Superstition, fear and jealousyDead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the wormDig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and what you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purrDig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animalDead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, twenty one to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never dieDig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animalDig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!Dig through the ditches
And burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula!