The wardrobe doors are bursting
With the ghosts of bodies past,
And vampires all come thirsting
For the blood of murders vast.

Police are knocking at the door
With sticks to beat you down,
The graves are dug beneath your floor
Emblazoned with a crown.

The shutters are forever closed
And daylight holds no place,
The stench of flesh fresh decomposed
Does not contort your face.

Limbs are scattered in the air
And fall to earth as dust;
You never said that you'd be fair
When causing such disgust.

The plaster is all broken
From the thuds of dying fists,
Final words unspoken
As the plot begins to twist.

You've found your place in History
Now all shall cry in fright,
Your deeds; no more a mystery
Hidden from the light.