Dracula: The Opera

Mist rising from the twilit ground
Awake, my children of the night
The sun has retreated and the lost are found
And darkness encourages our sight

I rejoice in this perfect hour
As remnants of sleep fall away
I thrill in this surge of power
Still growing with the death of day

We're emerging in a barren land
The landscape long curse with terror
The righteous will no longer take a stand
Their resolve has vanished in the air

My spirit will learn to dip and soar
Set sail beneath the stars above
I will step proudly on a foreign shore
Set forth and soon reclaim my love.