Prince Of Darkness

The journal of Harker in Carpathians so cold

The village gave me warning signs

It feels so strange just give me a hand to hold

The blood... The wine... My corpse and mysteries they unfold

Vlad... Dracula... The moon is full

And the dark prince takes the roll

Prince of darkness

In 1922 the Count was born, so venture into celluloid

The night screams out... Vampire!

The gothic atmosphere is sleeping through my screen

The Count Nosferatu is rising from the grave

Van Helsing's crucifix in hope of lives to save

As the light slowly disperses,

the Count's lair must be found.

One must drive a wooden stake through the undead's heart

Alas the light is fading fast!