Count Dracula
It vas a time ov thirst, und zearchin,
ze Count, had becharmed your every secret zeal;
vatever aappened to thee fair virzzin?
Vatever aappened to his crepuscular meal?
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My bite I'll hold to thine exquisite neck,
(In Transylvania I'm vaiting, auspicious maid) ,
vas told that virzzins vanished from earth,
therefore vampires shall all be thirsty, I'm afraid.
My Castle, I assert, vill vait for thee,
It is embarrassing for Counts to dine on food,
meanvile red should be consumed like chablis,
vilt thou, fair maid, succumb to my persisting mood?
Hast thou ever heard of my night delights?
Thou vilt dine on rare meat with tunes from the abyss,
I'll beguile your thoughts under candle lights,
and then (enraptured nymph)thou shalt receive my kiss.
Thou shalt be my companion of benighted doom,
Teetotal I am due to ze lack of virzzins,
it is more evident ven your perfume,
enthralls my Dracula stimulated senses.
I shall be bending on your rest, vith you asleep,
vhere flittermouses zearched ze room before,
thine fresh rose crimson I shall reap,
in ze condemned twilight ve shall soar.
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