There exists the legend from long ago

That during fullmoon time

The count of vampires rises again

In the dark forlorn castle.

And awoken by the moonlight

He calls up vampires with

Wolve howling

To a new blood celebration,

From the vault, where he's been

esting for years.

On hearing this call, his servants

Hurry into the castle.

And to have a feast they

Carry live people.

And pour blood in the cups,

It flares up like a flame...

I would like to have a drink

Of human blood at this ball...