3 October 2012
Dracula, with eyes of flame, A blazing wake of scarlet fire, Playing his own killing game, Of dripping blood and dark desire.
You wave your gold cross at him, Expect the Count to shy away? Don't be so brash, so brazen, now, The Count is of a secret way.
Now, just imagine, Godspeed power, Flowing from your outstretched hand, Towards the daemon set before you, Sending nova through the land.
But what if Vlad was clad in black, Because he is a priest? Now, look, Mr. D's a Christian, But can't turn up a feast.
Count Dracula's Secret • Opuss № I