| 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 |