Van Helsing

Oh Divina, if you'd see me now To your blackened heart, A faint twinkle of God would shine into your damned soul If three times 7 in line could make you mine again If three times 7 in line could make you mine again Oh Divina, my vampire love I shall free your soul If love can but make me pine for what Shall be lost again Then three times 7 in line will make you mine again Then three times 7 in line will make you mine again