I never really believed what I heard about supernatural things Till I met a girl whose memory still clings Her face was white as virgin snow And her eyes had a pale red glow And she spoke in a voice so cold She looked young but she sounded so old Oh, I need help now bring me to the cemetery I said okay but asked who it was she was so keen to see The count is coming at midnight tonight To take me away on a flight Ill leave this body in freedom at last Fulfil this promise the die has been cast I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown Oh, then she disappeared Sending cold up my spine The last thing I heard was Now hes mine! Oh, I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown I trust the count He wont let me down Count on the count Sweep away, in his long black gown
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