Frank Wildhorn
A Quiet Life
DRACULA
Transylvania is not England
I know our ways are not your ways
Here, away from everyone
I walk not in the sun
A creature of the shade
Here the winds breathe through the casements
And the battlements are broken
I am from another age
A now forgotten age
An age ruled by the blade
Those days, are gone
It's time to find a new life
I need to feel I'm freed
Freed from the old life
To face a new century unbowed
How few days make up a century
In my dear new land of England
I shall turn a fresh new page
A life enriching page
This will be my crusade
My friends have all
Passed on, ah my sad country
How strange my life
Will change in your dark London
Where every desire is allowed