I am a stranger, un-welcomed by many, but know by all br I’m not short in stature; some might even call me tall br Some never know I’m there, until my fragrance catch’s their attention br Most would never even tell a soul, I’m never to be mentioned br br My long black cape, hangs from my feet to my head br Along with Its satin interior, hand sewn, in shades of blood red br My shoes they are made from the finest of leather, br Colored from the wings, of the ravens feather br br My cane too many, may appear a bit like a crutch, br I simply think it adds, a classical touch br With its silver head and it’s piercing red eyes, br Shaped like a human’s skull, are you surprised? br br My black pants and white silk shirt, seem never out of place br Always the gentleman, movements, silent but full of grace br The ring on my finger to you makes very little sense br But back in Transylvania, it says that I’m a prince br br Pale light skin, that’s cold to the touch, br See I don’t get out in the light or the sun that much. br Young but elegant, with coal black hair, br A debonair gentleman, with a hypnotic stare. br br I have a way with the ladies, such a sweet caress, br I have very few gentlemen friends, to you I must confess.