Spellbreaker

He needs blood, he needs darkness. He's the count on the hill. He hates sunlight, hates the cross. He needs you for his survival! Waiting for the Spellbreaker Don't kiss the stranger without a look in the mirror! Suddenly there, suddenly gone! Hey girl! Do you feel the danger? Waiting for the Spellbreaker Get Down! Here we come! Lay down! Are you ready to die? Don't strain! It's all in vain. Just scream out in pain! We're going to stab the pole right through his heart. We're going to burn the castle on the top of the hill. We're going to stab the pole right through his heart. We're going to burn the castle on the top of the hill. We took the cross, we took the pole and destroyed him forever. But his friends in the night They have tasted the final kiss. They are victims. They are victims Waiting for the Spellbreaker.