Randal:
He sails across the seven seas, his ship cuts through the waves.
And when the crimson [bad word] up he drinks the blood of slaves.
We have waited long for the Master's song -
and it's time to join in the [bad word] 
Sing his song! Sing it loud and strong,
and the Master mayl give you new life.

His ships heaves to an every port, at dusk he slips ashore.
And when the golden [bad word] up the [bad word] with glore.
We have waited long for the Master's song -
His absence was starting to bore us.
Sing his song! Sing it loud and strong
And the Master may take you to life.

Van Helsing:
Tell me who is this Master?
Isn't he a figment of your wild imagination?
This is what we doctors call elaboration -
I've seen this before.

Randal:
I can't speak of the Master.
You must undertand that all of this is confidential.
Take my word for it: prepare - it must be quintessential -
I'm ready! I'm ready! And soon I'll be free!

The [bad word] before the storm; the crew is all below.
The captain fights to stir a cause - the Master strikes him! So,

Randal and Vampresses:
We have waited long for the Master's song -
And it's time to join in the [bad word] 
Sing his song! Sing it loud and strong
and the Master will sharpen his knife!

Randal:
He sails across the seven seas, his ship cuts through the waves.
And when the crimson [bad word] up he drinks the blood
Of slaves.