Woorden: The Vladimirs. Transylvania Dream.

Bright winter moon, can you feel it, as it's callin' you

Down that dark lonely path where blood and fire brew

Hear the wolves howl, in this dark and wet cold air

Into the lost souls land, I'm gonna take you there

Down deep in the walls, crawlin' up from the cellar stairs

Back from the windows black, all those pale faces glare

So take my hand, I want to show you these darkened things

So come on baby, darlin' spread your wings 'cause i said

For your soul it's too late, when you come and join me on my Transylvania Dream

Where black staring eyes come holding back on to you

And i know that the fire burns red

And i feel the evil burning in my head

And it all gets up to you, I want to fly


The air grows thick, and the blood red rain comes pouring down

Twist your fate in the serpents all around

And a cold black hand comes clamping down upon your soul

You are as what is and forever has been told

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Cold winter moon, I can feel it, can you feel it too

Down that dark lonely path, just me and you

Take my hand, I wanna show you these dark dead things

So come on baby, darlin' spread your wings 'cause i said

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