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