DRAG-ON-LINE THEME
Horror Version
Music & Lyrics: M. Dymitrow © 2001

A: Hi everybody! I'm Anna-Greta,
I'm very good at playing theatre.
Give me a part in any fairy tale...
V: She makes impressions that fail.
Hi everybody! I am Vulgaria,
I know how to sing any difficult aria, they
gave me La Traviata and Madame Butterfly
A: And her audience only asked: Why?

B: We feel mad and we see that you are scared
'Cause you'll regret you've ever dared
Coming to the black mass of Drag-On-Line;
We'll send the creeps down your spine!

V: Hi everybody, I am Vulgaria.
I am a demon, as you noticed earlier,
So all you horny faggots, tonight there'll
be no sex, or I 'll castrate you with an axe!
A: Hi, everybody, I'm Anna-Greta.
I am a witch and you all should know better,
So all you bisexuals with an illegitimate kid...
I'll make a meatloaf of it!

B: We feel mad and we have our PMS,
So when you die, in peace you rest.
It's time to open the Drag-On-Line's gates
While your blood coagulates.

V: Well, it's Anna-Greta,
You'd wish you'd never met her.
You're all part of her assembly
As the rest of her murdered family.
A: Meet my friend Vulgaria -
Just pray if you live in her area;
She's the gift the devil has sent us
And she feeds on lesbian placentas.

V: It's not true, I'd never dare...
I eat their uterus, it's more rare;
And as I've cut up the bodies,
Gretas gets the rest -
Their Bloody Marys are the best!
A: I have tried some of this stuff:
Pretty delicious, subtely rough.
Getting drunk on such nice liquors
is almost a sin...
If vomiting gay haemoglobine.

B: We feel mad and we are hungry too,
Donate your heart to our stew;
We'll give you a show and you'll be fine -
That's all about Drag-On-Line!

A: Hi everybody I'm Anna-Greta,
I'm still the same, though my lips are wetter.
Please be my lover, tempt me till I'm sick
And I will bite off your dick!
V: Hi everybody, I am Vulgaria,
First I will kill ya, then I will wear ya!

This autumn's fashion are dyed gay furs,
Please be my scarf or my purse!

A: Meet my dear co-worker,
She's a mad hose-jerker.
V: Meet my dear companion,
She smells like fish and onion.
A: You've a face of a ghost!
V: I'll eat you with my toast!
A: I'll cook you in a bowl!
V: I'll devour your soul!

A: Well, yes I'm Anna-Greta
And this is my vendetta!
V: And yes I am Vulgaria
And into pieces I'll tear ya!
A: Your witchcraft is a joke!
V: Please, get a line of coke!
A: I will make you my slave!
V: I'll piss on your grave!

B: Well...
We feel fine, 'cause this is our night,
No more Fallen Angels, no Mission Delight..
The Angels are fallen, the Mission's deleted,
No more to say, please be seated.
We feel great and hope you're feeling fright
'Cause you've come to
Drag-On-Line's crazy night.
We'll give you a show like you've never seen,
Let's celebrate Halloween!