Текст песни Jorn Lande And Trond Holter's Dracula — Masquerade Ball

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[Dracula:]

Here we are, my friend.
A destiny in my hands again.
Tastes like sweet champagne.
The story never ends.

Now it will explode, my
Appetite for you, my love.
I will take you home, right
Here where you belong.

The smell of your perfume
Sends shivers down my rotten spine.
Under the great fullmoon,
Tonight on you I'll dine.

The hunger is coming soon,
You can't deny and under the
Great fullmoon, tonight…
You'll be mine, Mina.

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