Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
As I cross the wooden bridge
Bated breath, all men amiss
I stop and give a glimpse behind me
Was it my imagination?
Can't believe I'm here to tell
What I saw is worse than hell
No beast can beat this monstruosity
Was it my imagination?
Dracula
Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
Shades of different tones of red
Pride to the darkest four-door
Fade and dry on dirty floors
Wood dust lost in variations in red
Red like passion
Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
Turning bodies inside out
Impaled corpses, silent shouts
Pain is the only key to all this anger
Was it my imagination?
Centuries will pass us by
But you'll still hear souls that cry
From that castle in Transylvania
Was it my imagination?
Red, the only sign of life
Sparks and the darkest tones of
Grey over dying ash
Pulsing slowly, variations in red
Was it my imagination?
Dracula
Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
Red like passion, red like blood
Red like love
Red like passion
Red like love
Shades of different tones of red
Pride to the darkest four-door
Fade and dry on dirty floors
Wood dust lost in variations in red
The only sign of life
Sparks and the darkest tones of
Grey over dying ash
Pulsing slowly, variations in red
Dracula
