I Never Really Believed What I Heard about Supernatural Things
Till I Met A Girl Whose Memory Still Clings
Her Face Was White As Virgin Snow
And Her Eyes Had A Pale Red Glow
And She Spoke In A Voice So Cold
She Looked Young But She Sounded So Old

"Oh, I Need Help Now - Bring Me To The cemetery"
I Said Okay But Asked Who It Was She Was So Keen To See
"The Count Is Coming At Midnight Tonight
To Take Me Away On A Flight
I'll Leave This Body In Freedom At Last
Fulfil This Promise The Die Has Been Cast"

"I - Trust The Count
He Won't Let Me Down
Count On The Count
Sweep Away, In His Long Black Gown"

Oh, Then She Disappeared
Sending Cold Up My Spine
The Last Thing I Heard Was
"Now He's Mine!"

"I - Trust The Count
He Won't Let Me Down
Count On The Count
Sweep Away, In His Long Black Gown"