I was going to make you a holiday clip but then I remembered, Christmas isn't for the immortal. So instead, I'll take your soul.

Wrap it up and put it under my tree, bitch.

My black alien eyes and white witch's skin lure you in. Let me sing you a little song. Sit next to Grandpa's decapitated head. He likes but no for him, it's not healthy.

I serenade you, a bit of Pink Floyd.

Things are weird, the wind blows and it's freezing. Your thoughts race as your temperature plummets and your willpower diminishes.

I take you ... Show more