Dark, strange Transylvania Mysterious land Where the d**h'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