Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Caleb, my son, how dare you choose to let your prey go free?
You know too well, we cannot show our true identities.
This is, by far, the gravest slight that you could dare display—
To mock my words and turn in so impetuous a way!

(Verse 2)
The truth remains, its weight not yet laid bare for all to see;
It must be known, if any hope to keep the peace they seek.
You see that boy—the one they loved, who entered so freely—
It was MY son who put that restless, bubbly boy to sleep!

(Chorus)
The debt is blood, and blood alone will settle what is due,
No cash, no check, no credit card accepted in its lieu.
The price is life, for every night one sleeps within these walls;
The ledger’s balance must be met, and done by protocol!

(Verse 3)
They begged, and wept for him, to tell them of his final breath
The insult, shown is one, that I won’t soon forget.
Stand down, my son, but please beware, you’ll have to do your best.
But know it’s you whose soul, not theirs, who’ll be the one at rest!

(Verse 4)
You’ve torn the cloth that kept identities from being spilled.
Now mortal eyes have seen us, and by oath, they must be killed!
For every life, a price awaits, a cost to claim in kind,
And you, my son, have chosen to sign on the dotted line.

(Chorus)
The debt is blood, and blood alone will settle what is due,
No cash, no check, no credit card accepted in its lieu.
The price is life, for every night one sleeps within these walls;
The ledger’s balance must be met, and done by protocol!

(Bridge)
You shield them though they are no longer blind to how we’re bound;
To live, we only take what is required to stay sound.
If you stand to keep me from our honored guests so near,
Then I’m afraid you shall be laid to rest right here!

(Outro)
So here we end, as stories do, a most befitting twist.
My love decayed and trust betrayed by tiny, little fists.
They’ll fit inside your coffin, though it otherwise is cramped;
You could have had a suite near mine, here at Hotel Vamp!