I received a kiss of death
Sending shivers down my spine
The cold, chilling, icy breath
Said "won't you be mine?"
Her eyes were glowing fiery red
Long hair a tangled mess
Sitting on her queen-sized bed
Wearing a wrinkled white dress
Kuntilanak was her name
We met at Trunyan cemetery
Things would never be the same
As we slipped into purgatory
By Vampire
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