Ula Drake There lived a man in Bucarest, Ula was his name He fell in love with a pretty fair maid from a foreign shore she came Her name was princess Rosalie from Transsylvania's land Her father was the prince of the dawn by the name of Lord Tyrant Rosalie began to cry, oh Ula Drake said she I don't want to be the wife of a king, would you go away with me But 3 days later they were caught by the men of Lord Tyrant He killed his daughter in a rage and brought Ula to his land Lord Tyrant spoke the filthy curse at Transsylvania's shore You stole my daughters heart from me and the King that she adored You shall not live and you shall not die, fight your endless fight Your meal will be the blood of fair maids And your kingdom will be the night The winds do sing a dreary song on Transsylvania's shore The story of Lord Dracula and the girl that he adores XS apr00
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