1. HAMMER HORROR

(Instrumental)


2. PLAGUE OF THE ZOMBIES

A gilling masterpiece... hammer 1966,
A gothic cornish town... sir james is in a fix.
The coffins, they erupt, the graves are torn apart.
A deadly voodoo cult is ripping out your heart.

You dream on, the zombies they will creep,
Rising from their graves, from voodoo they've been made.

You're screaming out,
In this your sleep.
There's no way out,
From this damned dream.

Enshrouded in thick fog,
So sinister the graves,
But the mines must carry on, and on,
With profit to be made,
The evil carson squire
With replicas of death,
The damned zombies form this plague,
They're gonna take away your breath


3. BALLAD OF THE DEAD

(Instrumental)


4. PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Herbert lom ... the catacombs in this prison cell
I feel a nightmare, a raging blaze,
Resurrecting you to haunt me.
In gay paree, the theatre grand, I'm just waiting for you.
Turn to christina, her lovely voice my only freedom,
Alas my only choice.

Down in the dungeon,
Upon this stage,
Behind this mask,
To feed my rage.
I'll be there, always there,
You all know my name.
I'll be there, always there,
And dream of lost fame.

You cannot see me, but hear my voice,
Leading you on and on, dear,
Your lovely talent I will push.
The only thing I have to give to you.
Still see the acid and yield the scars,
My raging torment to burn;
I'll be here in this theatre...this hammer horror!

Christina "sing for me"!


5. BARON FRANKENSTEIN

Cushing - the baron creater of hell,
Fisher - direction horrific, cold chill,
So universal with hammer's blood and gore,
Eyes creeping... watching...
Screaming out for more!

A monster he created,
A rotten corpse inflated,
On screen reincarnated,
Fame never contemplated.

Curse!
Evil!
Revenge!

He must be destroyed!

I, the monster damned in hell,
The monster frankenstein created
Upon the silver screen, that wants my flesh to dine.
I see the crowd scream out for more,
My eyes are cold and still, escaping,
That's made from fiction, much better than just to kill.

Never try to destroy. use your mind to escape frustration,
A techicolor dream... bring it back from the dead creation.

Live, live, live, live!
Live, live, live, live!

I, the monster walk this earth alone,
Breath, eat and sleep electric volts,
Damn the inventor who made me this way.
Eccentric a corpse, a victim, rest in peace


6. A VELVET RAPHSODY

(Instrumental)


7. SOLO OF SHADOWS

Please correct me.
A silent scream,
A muted laugh
To a silent scream.
As I walk alone in this dark night,
A ghostly sigh, Well, I've got it right.
The dance macabre,
My lonely stance,
My given "art", but alone I dance.
Well, I give my all and my all I give


8. PRINCE OF DARKNESS

The journal of harker in carpathians so cold
The village gave me warning signs
It feels so strange just give me a hand to hold
The blood... the wine... my corpse and mysteries they unfold
Vlad... dracula... the moon is full
And the dark prince takes the roll

Prince of darkness

In 1922 the count was born, so venture into celluloid
The night screams out... vampire!
The gothic atmosphere is sleeping through my screen
The count nosferatu is rising from the grave
Van helsing's crucifix in hope of lives to save

As the light slowly disperses,
The count's lair must be found.
One must drive a wooden stake through the undead's heart
Alas the light is fading fast!


9. TALES OF THE GOTHIC GENRE

You sense a feel of art, it's so unreal, the part.
It's film history, it means so much to me
The guillotine is drenched in blood... try to scream... it Does no good
It's how a shock should be, it's film history

In tales of the gothic genre, hammer house of hHorror

I want some more... it feels so good,
It comes alive... just like it should.
It leaves no scars... escaping dreams.
A gas lamp street... a woman screams.
A stench of garlic... a wooden stake.
It comes alive... make no mistake,
Tonight the moon is full,
The blood... a screaming skull


10. SCREAM OF THE VAMPIRE

Of course, you'll all have heard the story,
But do you wonder if it's true?
The truth is stronger than fiction,
So, let me bend your ear with some facts
Almost 600 years ago there lived a warrior -
His aim was sick destruction on his enemies of war.
The called him the impaler, vlad, dracula of death!
He met his end in snagov,
But will never lie at rest.

This gothic enterprise,
With the count who never dies;
The fiction or the fact
Just keeps you coming back,
Hypnotized within it's spell.
The tale that I must tell,
It's pure theatre at it's best,
For the one who'll never rest.

Back in 1897 a book made history, its creator, mr stoker,
Never realized that it could be.
He makes a blood thirsty prince into a blood thirsty count,
And then created upon film a whole new century.
The crashing waves at whitby...
Hammer's count, christopher lee,
May be back with a vengeance, if the novel is to be