Burn the Flames

6/8 || Em | C | Am | B || Em | C | Here I sit, a vampire, at my piano. Am | B The flames burn glaringly higher. | Em | C And the eyes that stare through the darkness, | Am | B though they have no form, there's no need for alarm. Chorus: | Em | Em So burn. | C | Am | B | Em | So burn, burn the flames, higher, and higher So burn, burn the flames, never to expire. Here I sit, a skeleton, at my organ. The candles in my candelabra burn hellishly, hellish hell. And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house -- a little Christmas spirit, ghostly, haunting, deadly spirit -- every creature is stirring, even the mouse. Chorus Solo Here I sit, myself, at my instruments. Here they sit at their instruments, and the music fills and fills, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares. "The children of the night, what music we make!" Chorus Solo 2 / Outro