If you want to know how
To fly high, then go now
To the place where all the concubines
Meet and converse with them
Marvel at their pale skin
Wonder how they chew with their pointy
Teeth and hair are beauty
They know it's their duty
To be countess in their hearts and their
Minds that have to whisper
See in them a sister
Look into their eyes and you'll become
Transylvanian concubine
You know what flows there like wine
Sorrow was their master
Cackling with laughter
Now he's having just one piece of
Cakey is their make-up
Catholics try to shake up
All the things that form their lives, but they're
Dead, their sighs, their song
They know what they do is wrong
Stay here with us, it's just time
Transylvanian concubine
Instrumental
Candelabra's lighted
Satan has been sighted
Never has there been an evening like
This is what they wanted
Always to feel hunted
You can never be too rich or too
Thin. The blood has run out
Fangs ruin any cute pout
Morning has come now they've flown
What have you learned from what has been shown?
Outro