In this land of Transylvania
Despair and madness run rampant
And people are wishing for it to all end
Taking up the whip held by her ancestors
Sonia Belmont makes a vow to the people
of the countryside to end the terror
People hope and wish that you'll succeed
Sonia
They're literally praying for it
They're also praying for you as well
Into the night you go Sonia
We all pray that you'll succeed and be
triumphant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem