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- We are the supersticious people and the castle is so remote.
- I dare say you`ll find in London a considerable change.

Transylvania is not England
I know our ways are not your ways
Here, away from everyone
I walk not in the sun
A creature of the shade.

Here the winds breathe through the casements
And the battlements are broken,
I am from another age
A now forgotten age
An age ruled by the blade.

I prefer to live a quiet life
Without fuss, without complication
Other pleasures of the quiet life
Silent nights, hours of contemplation

How few days make up a century
In my dear new land of England
I shall not seek heedless mass (?)
I`m not attuned to mass
I am a solitary man

I`m devoted to the quiet life
And my heart true long years of mourning
Longs for nothing more than sweet repulse (?)
Soon I shall satisfy my apetite
London by night

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