The nosferatu of the Slav,
Is mirrored by the Eripmav.
It only lives when in sun's rays
And in the night it hides and stays.
In boxes of earth from distant shores,
Emiting loud and varied snores,
It wears white clothes, estues a cape,
Will gladly drink wine of the grape,
But when it plunges into you,
Its hideous fangs of cobalt blue,
And pumps you full of its bad blood,
You'll see that turnabouts not good.
Is mirrored by the Eripmav.
It only lives when in sun's rays
And in the night it hides and stays.
In boxes of earth from distant shores,
Emiting loud and varied snores,
It wears white clothes, estues a cape,
Will gladly drink wine of the grape,
But when it plunges into you,
Its hideous fangs of cobalt blue,
And pumps you full of its bad blood,
You'll see that turnabouts not good.
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