1782 - Night of Draculia

In the dark night
He flies in the sky
He is the dark lord
He is coming in your dreams

Calm and silent
He moves slowly
He wants you
He wants your blood

He smell your scent
He strokes your legs
He kisses your neck
He holding onto you

You wake up shaken
You see his mouth
Wet with your blood
You're not afraid
He takes you
Feeling never tried
Pain and pleasure
You like it, you want it

He smell your scent
He strokes your legs
He kisses your neck
He holding onto you