The Sun Will Never Rise
I once was feared by all, no more.
I once was king of the night, no more.
I once was something to behold, no more.
I will rise again somehow, at any cost, at any risk, I will rise again as king of the night, much like long ago when I was in Transylvania, haunting a young man, but much my rich status, he is no more. But I am not, not yet; I still wish to drain the blood of one last victim before I am no more. No need for that though, because soon, very soon, the sun will never shine. I am Dracula, be afraid of me, be very, very, afraid of me, king of the night.