White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack . . .   Bela Lugosi’s dead.

The bats have left the bell tower / The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box / Bela Lugosi’s dead…

Bela Lugosi’s dead / Undead, undead, undead . . .

The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time’s dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom / Alone in a darkened room: The Count

Bela Lugosi’s dead . . .  Bela Lugosi’s dead . . .  Bela Lugosi’s dead
Undead, undead, undead

I had this poster of Bela Lugosi on my bedroom wall as a kid.

Truly undead HERE