This town was founded by my grandfather many years ago
You will find no crucifixes or mirrors here
We of this town sleep through the day so
When night time comes you better run when things start to feel queer.

In this town we all wear the same apparel, dark and black as the night
We feast on the blood of others that strangely lose their way
Showing then genuine hospitality as to them we cling very tight
Not showing our true intent so from us they won't sway.

A cemetery you will find here, very close, as we rest through the day
But at night watch out for this is when we hunt our prey
Hardly being able to wait for night, so we can  have fun and play
We will be very hospitable to you because we want you to join in the games and play.

So come on down the highway and maybe you will lose your way
We will play you music and even make sure you are fed
We will make sure you have a good time without delay
So make your plans as you come this way, to get lost and pay a visit to the city of the undead.

The Dark Side of Lanaia Lee