There lived a man in Bukarest, Ula was his name
He fell in love with a pretty fair maid from a foreign shore she came
Her name was princess Rosalie from Transsylvaniaâ²s land
Her father was the prince of the dawn by the name of Lord Tyrant
Rosalie began to cry Oh,
Ula
Drake said she
I
donâ²t
want
to
be
the
wife
of
a
king,
would
you
go
away
with
me
But three days later they were caught by the men of Lord Tyrant
He killed his daughter in a rage and brought Ula to his land
Lord Tyrant spoke the filthy curse at Transsylvaniaâ²s shore
You stole my daughters heart from me and the King that she adored
You shall not live and you shall not die, fight your endless fight
Your meal will be the blood of fair maids and your kingdom will be the night
The winds do sing a dreary song on Transsylvaniaâ²s shore
The story of Lord Dracula and the girl that he adores