As I cross the wooden bridge Bated breath, foam in the mist I stop and give a glimpse behind me Was it my imagination? Can't believe I'm here to tell What I saw is worse than hell No beast can beat this monstrosity Was it my imagination? Drakul Shades of different tones of Red Bright to the darkest bordeaux Fade and dry on dirty floors Wood dust lost in variations in red Turning bodies inside out Impaled corpses, silent shouts Pain is the only key to all his anger Was it my imagination? Centuries will pass us by But you still hear souls that cry From that castle in Transylvania Was it my imagination? Red, the only sign of life Sparks in the darkest tones of Grey over dying ash Pulsing slowing, variations in red Red like Passion Red like Blood Red like Love