Rotting long nails and a pale lifeless skin
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothes
And all so dark within
Creepy long black coat and
A creepy Romanian castle
So creepy himself but creeped
Of the Bucharest chapel
Descendent of the dragon,
Known as the impeller
All blood soaked war fronts filled
With masts of terror.
Known to hitch the bats
Or perhaps the bat himself
A dark black nightmare
Four hundred years and still dusk hair
This is me, this is who I am
Wrath of the demons
Shaken by what I am
High upon a mount, breathing all alone
Monarch of Transylvania
Mediviel lore of Romania
I, the Prince of darkness
Little they know I exist
Known by an old writing and
An...