Dracula:
Sa nul atengeti! V-am dat un ordin! Nati vrut sal teniti!
I told you this man belongs to me!
Dracula:
Ah the children of the night,
Those who hide themselves from light
Can you not hear there secret music?
I am their master, the boyar
I summon them from near and far
To make intoxicating music
But it’s time now to leave them
I must follow my plan
I shall have to bereave them
I need pastures new, what I’m needing is…
Fresh blood to revive me, fresh blood in my veins
No one will survive me, in those dark Soho lanes!
When I breathe your English air
I’ll be a stranger everywhere
No one will recognize my features
I’ll go out hunting all night long
Just one more pale face in the throng
Turning them all into my creatures
Here the people all fear me
Their defenses are strong
They refuse to come near me
I need pastures new, what I’m needing is…
Fresh blood on my pillow, don’t call it a sin
A mere peccadillo, two punctures in the skin!
You and your mina, will live forever
You’ll do my bidding; you will taste the terror in the streets!
Dracula:
Blood’s a meager sacrifice
A most reasonable price
For all the riches I am giving
We are the children of the night
And we must hide ourselves from light
But we must feast upon the living
We can take our slow pleasures
We won’t run out of time
Inexhaustible treasures
London’s full of them, I can sense it!
Fresh blood to restore me, wild nights by the Thames
Fresh blood waiting for me, and countless requiems!
Fresh blood running through me, I’ll bleed London dry
Fresh blood will renew me, and I shall never die!
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