Variations in Red

As I cross the wooden bridge
Bated breath, foam in the mist
I stop and give a glimpse behind me
Was it my imagination?
Can’t believe I’m here to tell
What I saw is worse than hell
No beast can beat this monstrosity
Was it my imagination?
Drakul
Shades of different tones of Red
Bright to the darkest bordeaux
Fade and dry on dirty floors
Wood dust lost in variations in red
Turning bodies inside out
Impaled corpses, silent shouts
Pain is the only key to all his anger
Was it my imagination?
Centuries will pass us by
But you still hear souls that cry
From that castle in Transylvania
Was it my imagination?
Red, the only sign of life
Sparks in the darkest tones of
Grey over dying ash
Pulsing slowing, variations in red
Red like Passion
Red like Blood
Red like Love