Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Through murky spruce forests
Where every tree seems to whisper "his" name
Goes a hazardous horse-drawn sleigh-ride
The coachman's fingers frozen stiff at the reins
Passing landscapes of impaled bodies
It's human scarecrows by birds eaten bare
As the cargo must be brought fore sunrise
Cannot stop before this Dracula's lair
The sleigh onward ploughing
Through crusty swirling snow
Being watched from the edging black forest
Sinister eyes in hundreds glow
All at once in an unanimous howling
Before they team up as to yield not to kill
No realization of a hell frozen over
Can make him stop until his task is fulfilled
Ride, ride, ride
Embraced by darkness
In the form of a swarm of bats
Must be something about that coffin he's carrying
That stalks these predators, some devilish pact
Pre-dawn and the horses are struggling
Half-dead across a suspending bridge
Along the winding trail torches has been lit
Ill-omened sparkling glow marks the ridge
Make haste - there's no time to waste
The upward spiral leads to Castle Dracula
In his pocket burns his wife's wedding ring
Still on her finger - now the circle is full
At arrival there's a group of gypsies
Had a minor accident when bringing it inside
In the coffin lies the creepy stranger
In all, it's beauty now the sun arise
Rise, rise, rise