The spirits of which I speak br Those images I see br Are not the ghosts of death br But of reality br br These vampires of the heart br And werewolves of the mind br Don't rise from out the tomb br Sure death is not unkind br br These haunt the Earth by daylight br Feeding upon their fear br They're terrified of living br Limbo is their sphere br br The forms they hold are human br Warm blood they drink still lives br Eating out the souls br Of all save negatives br br But who can rid us of them? br And how long can we fight? br When spirits can't be killed br Unless they're of the night br br © 1981 JVDbr br Jane Van Doebr br