The Rise of the Red Rose

Chilling as it may be, but I do hear the sounds of tiny mouse feet scurry
For the appetite to be free before they themselves  be eaten
The story of red rose has long been buried, though the birth date of burial is approaching
I am holding a silver cross in my hands
And praying he does not awaken as a beast
Though the sun yellow haze begins to set
And the fish in the lakes stop their jump
While the. giant Thomas clock on the wall ticks strong
Midnight has approached us and the webbs of lust awaken
Can it be true that the legend of the demons name be of Dracula be awaken as the red rose rises with the blood of thirst and desire
He now is at rise once agsin