The night of the moon
Casting dim golden rays
Shadows on trees and buildings
On the faces of humans
The dancing lights spook the night
As the wind whirring its soft rustling sound
Echoing in the deep of the darkness
Let the Dracula sleep forever in his castle
Over 60 years he sucked the nation dry
Leaving the bad vibrations echoing in our minds
Now a new breed coming out to play his game
The echo of corruption choking the nation
The new generation of voters
Put a cross on the Dracula heart
Let him breathe his last echo
The nation will be free of the darkness
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