White on white translucent black capes   Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead   The bats have left the bell tower   The victims have been bled   Red velvet lines the black box      Bela Lugosi's dead   Undead, undead, undead      The virginal brides file past his tomb   Strewn with time's dead flowers   Bereft in deathly bloom   Alone in a darkened room the count      Bela Lugosi's dead   Undead, undead, undead      Oh Bela, Bela's undead