Remember the dark one, Remember the fear that caused you to not even leave your home,
Remember the paralyzing stare. Lord Dracula once powerful and proud now reduced to dust.
The one who once controlled the wolves and the gypsies.
The one who created the brides. The one who tormented Mina Harker
Was killed by a lucky blow to the heart.
The cold one shall rise. He shall return from his absence. In this new world he shall reign supreme.
He shall feed and feed and feed and none can stop him.
Stronger then ever he shall be on his resurrection. Feared more then ever he shall be.
He shall once again be the thing you fear lurking in the shadows.
None shall stop him for none now know that he even can be revived.
His new fortress shall surpass his Transylvanian domain by leaps and bounds.
His strength shall be endless.
His will unstoppable.
And those who support him shall become creatures of the night and his army will be unstoppable.
Hail the dark Lord Dracula!