The drum-headed girl remembered the story her father told in the camps.
“Count Dracula dreaded the rest of his immortal life of chance.
He knew he did not want to live without love and romance.
Though he could woo any maiden with the charm of his trance.”

When she cries, the sea swells and the wind it screams.
The children awake shaking from their terror dreams.
Her laugh could make the heart of a beast skip a beat.
When she smiles, the ground loses its grip of your feet.

“Cursing the absent god and the creatures he makes.
The Count was in love with the Sun, so his life he must take.
So he poured a tall glass of Type A, sharpening wood as he drank.
With a life without love, he drove in that steak.”

When she cries, the sea swells and the wind it screams.
The children awake shaking from their terror dreams.
Her laugh could make the heart of a beast skip a beat.
When she smiles, the ground loses its grip of your feet.

“If I make it out of this war,” she swore,
“I vow to find my monster rich or poor.
Even monsters ache for love from deep in their core.
We’ll escape these dark days with each other's love forevermore.”

When she cries, the sea swells and the wind it screams.
The children awake shaking from their terror dreams.
Her laugh could make the heart of a beast skip a beat.
When she smiles, the ground loses its grip of your feet.