| Midnight tolls the bell, the full moon’s glowing bright
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| The counts awakening, the creature of the night
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| Oh the night, beware of the night
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| When there’s danger in sight, beware of the night
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| He is out there!
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| The throat became so parched, longing for relief
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| Declining urgent needs, bringing on the grief
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| Oh the night, beware of the night
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| When there’s danger in sight, beware of the night
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| He is out there!
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| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream
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| He is the final of your dream, Dracula!
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| He just arises from his dark and lonely grave
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| He lets his longing grow to turn into its slave
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| Oh the night, beware of the night
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| When there’s danger in sight, beware of the night
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| He is out there!
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| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream
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| He is the final of your dream, Dracula!
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| The open window, he’s gonna slide in
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| Innocent sleep and he’s ready to bite
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| Sucking the blood, injecting the poison
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| Vitality fades to become undead
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| The morning breaks, sunlight is rising
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| The count returns to his lonely grave
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| The count he lays to rest now
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| His hunter knows what to do
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| To put a stake in position
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| He drives it through his heart now!
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| The counts unholyness just starts to fall apart
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| A tragic character with a damned but lonely heart
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| Oh the night, beware of the night
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| When there’s danger in sight, beware of the night
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| He is out there!
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| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream
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| He is the final of your dream, Dracula!
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| He’s going to hell
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| Caught in his spell
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| He’s torn apart
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| His broken heart |