In movies bad you sucked our blood And lurked in graveyards bad and old Your teeth were long and cruel and sharp Your ways were mean, your Your ways were mean, your heart was cold!
Yet God made not you Batlings bad But Creatures gentle as a Mouse. With joy filled hearts you soar and swoop Above our sweetly sleeping house. Like little Ghosts you soar and dance Below silver stars, above the Trees Using wings as ebony nets With startling and graceful ease!
Like little Ghosts you soar and dance Below silver stars, above the Trees Using wings as ebony nets With startling and graceful ease! Laughing Dancers of the dark Filling skies with warmth and love! bloodblood!
Not eating us or bleeding us but Eating those who do suck blood When Starships soar through velvet sky As Galaxies and Planets roll When Stars get old and resurrect When Mountains sink and rerise tall When all of Time weaves infinite web When flesh of all Life reaches high When Heaven rules with joyous songs Then still may Batlings bless our Sky!