DRACULA
Transylvania is not England
I know our ways are not your ways
Here, away from everyone
I walk not in the sun
A creature of the shade
Here the winds breathe through the casements
And the battlements are broken
I am from another age
A now forgotten age
An age ruled by the blade
Those days, are gone
It's time to find a new life
I need to feel I'm freed
Freed from the old life
To face a new century unbowed
How few days make up a century
In my dear new land of England
I shall turn a fresh new page
A life enriching page
This will be my crusade
My friends have all
Pa**ed on, ah my sad country
How strange my life
Will change in your dark London
Where every desire is allowed