Jonathans Diary - Stormwitch

Dark, strange Transylvania

Mysterious land

Where the Death’s close at hand

The journey has come to an end

The coach arrives at the castle

He gets out and stares

Up the tumble-down stairs

The walls are veiled in gloomy air

He’s standing at the gate

Beyond someone’s appearing

Whispering: «I have been waiting

Enter of your own accord

Eat and drink, tell me Something 'bout your land

I’m interested in England

Show me the plans you have brought»

«Now, it’s time to retire

I think that you need

A rest that is deep!»

But Jonathan can’t fall asleep

Fog ascends from the valley

There is no doubt

The wolves roam about, with flames

In their eyes they swarm out

Nightmares strangle his neck

Make his heart scared

He’s turning about while

A voice blares: «Don't think

That you are still free!»

No key to open the door

There is no key to leave this

Damned castle at once, he knows

That there’s no chance to flee

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary

Now a new day is dawning

The sky is aglow, my diary knows

The things that have happened ago

Watch out for his shadow

His fingers of ice

The greed in his eyes

He is the bat in disguise

Warning, with the help of the

Gipsy he’s leaving, the coffins

Are gone, he’s intending

To get to a new hunting-ground

London, watch out

His hunger’s abandoned

There is no use if you run and

Hide yourself you will be found

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary