[Opening with a stark, echoing guitar riff in the style of Daniel Ash, minimal but piercing]

[Peter Murphy-esque vocals, deep and resonant]

Black sails cut the moonlit foam,
Demeter bleeds, a spectral home.
From Carpathian heights, a passage grim,
To Whitby's shore, a coming him.

[Chorus - layered vocals, mournful and echoing]
Dracula ascends, a shadow's kiss,
Whitby waits in abyss.
Raven's wing and ocean's moan,
The blood-red tide will claim its own.

Coffin cold, a velvet drape,
A sleeping king in morbid shape.
But hunger stirs, a primal need,
A silent scream, a planted seed.

[Verse 2 - faster tempo, more driving bass line]
Night by night, the crew grows thin,
Whispers rise, where fear begins.
Empty stares and pallid skin,
The Master feeds, a hidden sin.

[Chorus - louder, more aggressive]
Dracula ascends, a shadow's kiss,
Whitby waits in abyss.
Raven's wing and ocean's moan,
The blood-red tide will claim its own.

[Bridge - spoken word section, whispered and breathy]
The Captain logs in trembling hand,
Of unseen horrors in this promised land.
A plague he writes, a cursed fate,
Too late he sees the castle gate...

[Instrumental break - heavy use of delay and reverb, swirling synths and distorted guitar]

[Chorus - powerful, almost operatic]
Dracula ascends, a shadow's kiss,
Whitby waits in abyss.
Raven's wing and ocean's moan,
The blood-red tide will claim its own.

[Outro - fading out with echoing vocals and a repeating guitar riff]
Whitby... Whitby... He comes for you...
Whitby... Whitby... It's nothing new...
[Fade to silence]