Dark, strange Transylvania
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Mysterious land
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Where the Death's close at hand
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The journey has come to an end
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The coach arrives at the castle
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He gets out and stares
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Up the tumble-down stairs
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The walls are veiled in gloomy air
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He's standing at the gate
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Beyond someone's appearing
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Whispering: "I have been waiting
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Enter of your own accord
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Eat and drink, tell me
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Something 'bout your land
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I'm interested in England
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Show me the plans you have brought"
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"Now, it's time to retire
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I think that you need
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A rest that is deep!"
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But Jonathan can't fall asleep
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Fog ascends from the valley
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There is no doubt
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The wolves roam about, with flames
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In their eyes they swarm out
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Nightmares strangle his neck
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Make his heart scared
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He's turning about while
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A voice blares: "Don't think
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That you are still free!"
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No key to open the door
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There is no key to leave this
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Damned castle at once, he knows
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That there's no chance to flee
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Jonathan's diary, Jonathan's diary
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Now a new day is dawning
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The sky is aglow, my diary knows
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The things that have happened ago
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Watch out for his shadow
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His fingers of ice
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The greed in his eyes
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He is the bat in disguise
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Warning, with the help of the
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Gipsy he's leaving, the coffins
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Are gone, he's intending
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To get to a new hunting-ground
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London, watch out
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His hunger's abandoned
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There is no use if you run and
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Hide yourself you will be found
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Jonathan's diary, Jonathan's diary
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Jonathan's Diary
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| Stormwitch |
