Avoiding the Matinee Songtext
von Evert Snyman

The rivers run red with blood
As he smiles to embrace the horror
The wretches all try to escape
Cause they know he′ll give them no quarter

Doomed to feed his thirst
Consumed by his lust for blood
He'll crush your bones like bread
He′ll do it out of love


He's been holed up in his coffin all day
Avoiding the matinee
If I were you I'd hurry home
Before the gloaming
Betrays you to the dark

Doomed to feed his thirst
Consumed by his lust for blood
He′ll crush your bones like bread
He′ll do it out of love

The rivers run red with blood
And he smiles to embrace the horror
The wretches all try to escape
Cause they know he'll give them no quarter