Nosferatu The Vampyre by J †Johnson

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The Vampyre

Nosferatu

The Vampyre

The Vampyre

Nosferatu

The Vampyre

Nosferatu

The Vampyre

Nosferatu

The heart is a mummy, a sound

Arriving as a bat in slow motion

Something horrible happening

When are we and Where is Kinski to deal with these small cats

The horses wait for the story

Bitte kommen sie nahe

Sei ruhig

freely composed

Nosferatu, a symphony of horror.

The Great Death in Wisborg

1838 Does not this wind sound like the call since the pictures of life

... he sent me a letter

Somewhere over the Carpathian mountains und vielleicht ein wenig Blut

Count Orlock—his Lordship ...from Transylvania

That house... opposite yours ...and a bit of blood...

get away from these canals in Mitten der woods

Tall chairs over paper walls

Lucy’s drop earrings say no

Wolfe. Banditen. Und Geiste.

I feel a kind of... ...dark force...

Why have you killed them ....the beautiful flowers..?!

Do not worry

away to the country of thieves and ghosts.

Are you really going there? Ja. Warum?

And people disappear without a trace.

I know a few gypsies ...who have been on the other side... ...the light suddenly divides and...

There used to be a castle there

The music knows better.

Arrival at the blue inn Sepia inside the werewolf is roaming the forests”

...and never returns. beyond death...

The curse of Nosferatu.

The iris swallows her whole. from the fields of the Black Death

Throw the book away.

There is no road to the Borgo pass.

But it’s right there.

Ich habe keine horses.

I don’t have any Kutsche. Don’t you see?

Vom Schloßberg war nichts zu sehn, Nebel und Finsternis umgaben ihn, auch nicht der schwachste Lichtschein deutete das große Schloß an.

We are not going any further!”

The peak could not be seen, fog and darkness surrounded it, so the faint glow did not reveal the great castle.

The mist threatens to reveal

The castle gone dark.

Ich bin Graf Dracula und heiße sie meinen Schloß willkommen.

At the river pass

He looks down on himself.

Blue is the night

Höhren Sie, die Kinder der Nacht, wie sie Musik machen.

His head is a moon in the void

Over a plan

The negative trail.

The hood threatens to reveal

—I have waited too long

Sepia inside

{You’ve hurt yourself... The precious blood!}

He cannot hide behind

The high-backed chair

Of whom is he afraid?

And during the daytime I am always away.

We have all been trying to sleep

We wake up rather gray

[The outer ruins] after a tiresome journey The castle is unreal

And Dracula reads over my shoulder Ich liebe die Dunkelheit und die Schatten. Time is an tausend abyss Nächte tief.

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We cannot read his neck

The mirror smiles

my friend, I will be in a very deep sleep indeed—“

The mosquitos are a real pest. I’ve got two bites on the neck,

The ghostly evening light again seemed to revive the shadows of the castle.

“Your wife has a beautiful neck...”

Can you imagine enduring centuries experiencing the same futility each day?

He floats in blue

Boxed by a doorway

She flies upside down over water

He feeds in silence

A gauze cast over the proceedings

Cobwebs. Wind. Broken grass
...die Pest

He rises in sepia

While she sleeps in blue

And walks the rail

Her arms across the scene

Daylight locks the castle down

The count has gone to Wismar.

[Renfield bookended by the assistants]

The mail from Transylvania is

God is far away when we need

on the River Again

The black coffins
Unheil ist auf dem Weg

We are very slow.

“...almost only a phantom...”

we found nothing, except rats

Best lash yourself to the slo-mo bat the fiend on deck the ship in the canal

Der Meister ist close.

There’s not a soul on board.

The ship is full of ropes. The wraith in the hold Rises to the deck.

“The master is hier...

She reaches for the sails.

The Vampyre assembles his props

Wir bringen hier ein Mann...

Dr. Von Helsing. Do you think we’ve all gone mad...

Step into the frame & turn into the camera

Finally the shadow arrives

I know who you are.

from the goddamned soil

He disappears into a door

He bites the vocal chords.

The rivers continue to flow without us. ...they wander toward us in a very strange way.

Nur den Tod is certain.

The monster begs ...is the most abject pain.

The monster whines & leaves.

The wind goes blue as night.

She watches death from the curtain.

—if she was to give him her blood willingly.

He waits behind blue squares.

Until the cock crows

Return the slow bat

Flies on song

We’ve contracted the plague.

Stay the monster

Til daylight takes us back.

Finally the shadow arrives

To take her heart

the death bird was blown away.

[The castle remains]

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