Prince Of Darkness (Warfare)

The journal of Harker in Carpathians so cold The village gave me warning signs It feels so strange just give me a hand to hold The blood... The wine... My corpse and mysteries they unfold Vlad... Dracula... The moon is full And the dark prince takes the roll Prince of darkness In 1922 the Count was born, so venture into celluloid The night screams out... Vampire! The gothic atmosphere is sleeping through my screen The Count Nosferatu is rising from the grave Van Helsing's crucifix in hope of lives to save As the light slowly disperses, the Count's lair must be found. One must drive a wooden stake through the undead's heart Alas the light is fading fast!