I Never Really Believed What I Heard about Supernatural Things  Till I Met A Girl Whose Memory Still Clings  Her Face Was White As Virgin Snow  And Her Eyes Had A Pale Red Glow  And She Spoke In A Voice So Cold  She Looked Young But She Sounded So Old    "Oh, I Need Help Now - Bring Me To The cemetery"  I Said Okay But Asked Who It Was She Was So Keen To See  "The Count Is Coming At Midnight Tonight  To Take Me Away On A Flight  I'll Leave This Body In Freedom At Last  Fulfil This Promise The Die Has Been Cast"    "I - Trust The Count  He Won't Let Me Down  Count On The Count  Sweep Away, In His Long Black Gown"    Oh, Then She Disappeared  Sending Cold Up My Spine  The Last Thing I Heard Was  "Now He's Mine!"    "I - Trust The Count  He Won't Let Me Down  Count On The Count  Sweep Away, In His Long Black Gown"