The musical is still going strong in Germany, so there is a growing list of singers that has tried to do the role justice over the years. Out of those, lets discount all the tenors ;) Personally, apart from Steve Barton (who also played the count in the German premiere), I think Florian Soyka came pretty close to my definition of "perfect count" (if you don't mind the German language): ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-2FvZWPMUR78.html
Le emozioni che sa comunicare con la sua voce in questo brano... Ne ho ascoltato differenti versioni, bravi cantanti, ma nessuno in grado di toccarmi l'anima come lui.
It is probably for the best. Even Steve Barton wouldn't've managed to save that godawful screenplay. It would've been a very unfortunate note to end his brilliant carier on.
Well alright, no stars tonight The moon must hide can't bear to see my face So many moons have passed So many suns gone down Too much blood under the bridge Too many worlds turned upside down The skies were pure and the fields were green The fading summer, sixteen-seventeen The first time I ever drew blood She was such a beautiful and innocent child She never knew my soul was cursed for good I fought to overcome my thirst I thought I could But when I kissed her lips then I had no control And the furies all ran wild And when I grasped for life I always killed the things for which I yearned I wish to be a flame and reduce to ashes But I have never burned I long to fly in total freedom and yet these chains keep dragging me down I want to be an angel or the devil himself But I am nothing but a creature longing for things I cant have And the split goes through my very soul It´s a wound that never mends Our desires are elusive And the hunger never ends When the world has drawn its final breath And Extinguished all the light There´ll be nothing left But a lifeless wasteland And an endless appetite Nothing left but a soundless heartbeat And a ruthless appetite The preachers daughter let me in her room In seventeen thirty-two, to love me was her doom With her silken blood I wrote a poem of love Upon her ivory skin And the bashful page of Napoleon the Great In eighteen hundred thirteen he stood at the gate When I recall his body I cant help but think To consume him was a sin So many victims washing on the shores an ocean of pure tears So many pleas for mercy, howls of pain Intoxicating fears I used my body just like a bandage I used their bodies just like a wound And Ill never know where they disappeared But I can see them rising up out my memories now Just like the demons rising up from a tomb! And there is no way ever to apologize, repent or make amends No release and no redemption The hunger never ends There are those who believe in science And those who believe in art There are those who believe in power and wealth Or love and matters of the heart There are those who believe in various gods In nations, and knowledge In hell and in heaven The powers of darkness The assumption of the light But I believe in just one god That of endless and insatiable Immoral and destructible And all consuming appetite There is a prediction that I now will make And Im sure it will be right: When the next millennium finally comes The god most worshiped in this world Will be the god of appetite
