On easter day,
in 1691
the power of Christ,
has weakened...
The prince of darkness
has risen
and our ancient blood feud
reignited...

The thunder roars...
The lightning strikes...
Darkness creeps across the land...
True evil never dies...

Before the morning sun,
I vow to release this world
from the scourge of Dracula
With the family heirloom
The killer, the vampire killer
I'll release this world
from the scourge of Dracula

His minions didn't
stand a chance
Medusa, grim reaper,
are now sand in the hourglass
I enter the chamber,
lit with candles black
This fight is to the death,
the final decisive battle

The thunder roars...
the lightning strikes...
Darkness creeps across the land...
True evil never dies...

Before the morning sun,
I vowed to release this world
from the scourge of Dracula
With the family heirloom
The killer, the vampire killer
I released this world
from the scourge of Dracula

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