| DER VAMPIR My dear young maiden clingeth Unbending, fast and firm To all the long-held teaching Of a mother ever true; As in vampires unmortal Folk on the Theyse's portal Heyduck-like do believe. But my Christian thou dost dally, And wilt my loving parry Till myself avenging To a vampire's health a-drinking Him toast in pale tockay. And as softly though art sleeping To thee shall I come creeping And thy life's blood drain away. And so shalt thou be trembling For thus shall I be kissing And death's threshold thou'It be crossing With fear, in my cold arms. And last shall I thee question Compared to such instruction What are a mother's charms? BY: Heinrich August Ossenfelder |
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