| Song | Dracula |
| Artist | Running Wild |
| Album | Shadowmaker |
| Midnight tolls the bell, the full moon’s glowing bright | |
| The counts awakening, the creature of the night | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there's danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| The throat became so parched, longing for relief | |
| Declining urgent needs, bringing on the grief | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there's danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| He just arises from his dark and lonely grave | |
| He lets his longing grow to turn into its slave | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there's danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| The open window, he's gonna slide in | |
| Innocent sleep and he's ready to bite | |
| Sucking the blood, injecting the poison | |
| Vitality fades to become undead | |
| The morning breaks, sunlight is rising | |
| The count returns to his lonely grave | |
| The count he lays to rest now | |
| His hunter knows what to do | |
| To put a stake in position | |
| He drives it through his heart now! | |
| The counts unholyness just starts to fall apart | |
| A tragic character with a damned but lonely heart | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there's danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| He's going to hell | |
| Caught in his spell | |
| He's torn apart | |
| His broken heart |
| Midnight tolls the bell, the full moon' s glowing bright | |
| The counts awakening, the creature of the night | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there' s danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| The throat became so parched, longing for relief | |
| Declining urgent needs, bringing on the grief | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there' s danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| He just arises from his dark and lonely grave | |
| He lets his longing grow to turn into its slave | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there' s danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| The open window, he' s gonna slide in | |
| Innocent sleep and he' s ready to bite | |
| Sucking the blood, injecting the poison | |
| Vitality fades to become undead | |
| The morning breaks, sunlight is rising | |
| The count returns to his lonely grave | |
| The count he lays to rest now | |
| His hunter knows what to do | |
| To put a stake in position | |
| He drives it through his heart now! | |
| The counts unholyness just starts to fall apart | |
| A tragic character with a damned but lonely heart | |
| Oh the night, beware of the night | |
| When there' s danger in sight, beware of the night | |
| He is out there! | |
| He spreads his wings to fly on a high and silver stream | |
| He is the final of your dream, Dracula! | |
| He' s going to hell | |
| Caught in his spell | |
| He' s torn apart | |
| His broken heart |