Vampyre in Ibiza
The best intentions he seemed to have in mind
His inclinations and sense of taste refined
To seek his pleasure, no wish to seem unkind
It's in his nature, the guilt he's left behind
Vampyre Vampyre in Ibiza
He looks for love, for just a fleeting while
No long commitments, not his style
To quench the thirst and maybe to defile
She's for him only, to conquer with a smile
SWEETEST WINE, SWEETEST KILL
BITTER SWEET, BITTER PILL
The children fear him, always misunderstood
The stuff of nightmare, run from him you should
Devil's brethren, a creature quite obscure
There's no protection, just a cross made out of wood?
Vampyre Vampyre in Ibiza
SWEETEST WINE, SWEETEST KILL
BITTER SWEET, BITTER PILL
Writer/s: Christian Zinser