Nosferatu

They roam the night,

Put us in fright.

Not easily fended off,

The simply - scoff.

No weapon shall save

You. Only a lathe

To you will be of help.

Bring down a shelf,

Make wooden stakes -

Now high are stakes.

Put aside all the flake,

Make no mistake.

Cobble up a mini-gun,

And go to town!

Take that you pale bastards,

Now you're a buncha cowards.