Looking through the fog and mist You can see its shade, the prove he exist. Moonlight shines, hear its hounds. The hunting beasts are coming down Darkness bounds in the night Spreading the state of silver light Hearing the cries of men in town In their own blood they will drown Break their bones, spill their guts Spike their heads and drink their blood Spare their lives while being crucified Who is the creator of this shrine? Dracula! Dracula! Dracula! Dracula! Looking through the sun and shade Hearing the devils prayers in which he bathes Carrying out preparations before night fall Soon the blooshed is a feast for us all! Dracula! Dracula! Dracula! Dracula! Green light hits the sky Hear the demons call, we shall die! Al those heads impaled on spikes The devils is his bitch, the horse he rides Smash their skull, eye balls fly Open war, in the night Strike them hard through their core. Who's the leader of your war? Dracula! Looking through, the clouds and rain Seeing the skies being enlighten by thunder and pain. Hearing battle cries, and darkness growls Destroy the world of men, I've taken my vows When sun rises, peasants revolt. Pitchforks sharpened to safe their souls Times running out, start ringing our bell They will not reach our citadel Break their bones, spill their guts Spike their heads and drink their blood Spare their lives while being crucified Who's the man who gives us life? Dracula!