But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!
But the verye next daye ther came a wolf,
Wyth sinews of whispers - quiet as frost -
And the wolf stole my hearte, fled
To a tower out of tyme biyonde all the stars.
Seek now myne hearte,
Return it within a yeare and a daye:
Thys ys thy queste!
He's packing his cloak
He's moving to England
To follow some bloke
Dracula is coming to town
He's packing his cloak
He's moving to England
To follow some bloke
Dracula is coming to town