Lyrics of the count by Chen Xiang

The land is shrouded in night

It's strange that roses are blooming

The Nightingale moans in the wind

The count put on his new clothes

An old castle pretends to be empty

Day after day, I never grow old

The blood allowed him to breathe

Only the young girl has a fresh body

To accompany him through this hundred years of solitude

How to have the ultimate joy of deja vu

His soul is full of holes, and his heart is full of maggots

Self mockery of conceit

Crazy looking for

No one can replace her

How to feed the withdrawal brought by memory invasion

How many warm bodies can't save themselves

Type B a

Naked and fearful

No one can replace her

Moonlight on the cold corpse

The killing never stops

Choose to trade with the devil

The count does not please God

An old castle pretends to be empty

Day after day, I never grow old

The blood allowed him to breathe

Only the young girl has a fresh body

To accompany him through this hundred years of solitude

How to have the ultimate joy of deja vu

His soul is full of holes, and his heart is full of maggots

Self mockery of conceit

Crazy looking for

No one can replace her

How to feed the withdrawal brought by memory invasion

How many warm bodies can't save themselves

Type A, type B

Naked and fearful

No one can replace her

Rap

Bats and cats quarrel

Longing for each other to become toys

The witch broom doesn't want to be controlled by her

The ruins that servants can't sweep away

Rush to clean up every day

Candlelight and laughter swayed in the wind

Linna wants his pet

Trying to make a miracle for him

It seems that only the castle is no longer oppressive

The night is disappearing

The sun wants to go through the cracks

The count slept in his dream