Mrs Yankova’s Drama class - The Final Act

Here are the lyrics for a song based on the first nine scenes of Liz Lochhead’s adaptation of *Dracula*.

(Tempo: Slow, atmospheric, and haunting)

**(Verse 1)**
The banns are read, the wedding gown is pressed
Mina dreams of white, of love and domestic rest
But duty calls for Jonathan, a voyage to the east
To settle deeds for property and satisfy a beast
A home in England’s greenest fields for a Count of ancient name
But the map he follows leads him toward a cold and flickering flame
Across the Borgo Pass where the mountain shadows crawl
Leaving Mina waiting behind the garden wall.

**(Chorus)**
Oh, the children of the night, they sing a jagged tune
Underneath the silver of a Transylvanian moon
The Gothic shadows lengthen, the blood begins to stir
The line begins to blur between the master and the cur
It’s a hunger in the marrow, it’s a shadow on the floor
And the Count is standing waiting by the heavy iron door.

**(Verse 2)**
The castle walls are weeping, the air is thick and still
A labyrinth of stone and dust against the traveler’s will
The Count is tall and courtly, but his touch is cold as ice
His hospitality is heavy with a hidden, dark price
Outside the wolves are howling, a chorus for the dead
While Jonathan lies shivering within a lonely bed
The themes of ancient darkness, of desire and of dread
Are woven in the heavy tapestries of black and red.

**(Bridge)**
Meanwhile in the whitewashed ward, the iron bolts are thrown
Renfield talks to empty air and sits there all alone
Dr. Seward takes his notes, a cold and clinical eye
While the "lunatic" is catching every spider, every fly
But the walls of the asylum are no match for a command
That travels through the ether from a far and distant land
Renfield feels the presence, the infiltration of his soul
The Master’s mind is reaching out to take complete control.

**(Verse 3)**
The Three Sisters are a-whisper in the corners of the room
Seducing with a hunger that would lead a man to doom
The Count prepares his boxes, the earth of home and grave
While Jonathan is realizing he is nothing but a slave
The letters home are hollow, the truth is left unsaid
As the ship begins to gather sail for the English coast ahead
The madness in the cell and the horror in the hall
Are joining hands together for the darkness of the fall.

**(Outro)**
The wolves... hear them howl...
(The Master is coming)
The blood... is the life...
(The Master is coming)
Mina, keep the light on.
Renfield, keep your faith.
The shadow’s on the threshold.
The shadow’s on the gate.

Dark, Mysterious, Tense, Cinematic, Ambient, Whispered Vocals, Androgynous Vocals, Chanting, Cello, Piano, Keyboard, Organ