A Sleighride Through Transylvanian Winterland

Ride, ride, ride

Through murky spruce forests where every tree seems to

whisper "his" name

Goes a hazardous horse-drawn sleigh-ride, the

coachman's fingers frozen stiff at the reins

Passing landscapes of impaled bodies, it's human

scarecrows by birds

Eaten bare as the cargo must be brought fore sunrise

cannot stop before this Dracula's lair

The sleigh onward ploughing through crusty swirling

snow being

Watched from the edging black forest, sinister eyes in

hundreds glow

All at once in an unanimous howling before they team

up as to yield

Not to kill no realization of a hell frozen over can

make him stop until his task is fulfilled

Ride, ride, ride,

Embraced by darkness in the form of a swarm of bats

Must be something 'bout that coffin he's carrying,

that stalks these predators, some devilish pact

Pre-dawn and the horses are struggling half-dead

across a suspending bridge

Along the winding trail torches has been lit,

ill-omened sparkling glow marks the ridge

Make haste - there's no time to waste, the upward

spiral leads to Castle Dracul

In his pocket burns his wife's wedding ring still on

her finger - now the circle is full

At arrival there's a group of gypsies, had a minor

accident when bringing it inside

In the coffin lies the creepy stranger, in all it's

beauty now the sun arise

Rise, rise, rise