[Music starts with a slow, echoing bassline and a shimmering, high-hat driven drum beat. Peter Murphy-esque vocals, deep and resonant]

[Verse 1]
Velvet curtains drawn, a pallid moon outside
Ancient stones whisper tales, where shadows love to hide
The castle breathes a sigh, a centuries-long lament
For pleasures bought with crimson tears, a soul irrevocably rent

[Chorus]
Dracula, the crimson king, forever in the night
A silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light
He dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace
A hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase

[Verse 2]
The cobwebs cling like shrouds, to portraits faded and gray
He walks among the ghosts he made, reliving yesterday
The chalice filled with ruby wine, reflects his hollow eyes
A prisoner of his own design, beneath these mournful skies

[Chorus]
Dracula, the crimson king, forever in the night
A silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light
He dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace
A hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase

[Bridge]
The crucifix a burning brand, the silver a cruel sting
He yearns for solace, understands, the darkness that they bring
A whispered prayer, a futile plea, lost in the echoing hall
He is the embodiment of agony, condemned to stand and fall

[Guitar solo - angular, echoing, with heavy reverb and delay. Builds in intensity and then fades back down]

[Chorus]
Dracula, the crimson king, forever in the night
A silhouette against the dawn, devoid of warmth and light
He dances with the raven, a waltz of gothic grace
A hunger etched upon his face, time cannot erase

[Outro]
The blood, the night, the endless pain
A lonely figure, caught in the rain
Of eternity, a vampire's tear
Whispering his name, drawing ever near…
[Music fades out with a final, echoing chord and the sound of wind whistling through stone]