En Transe… Ylvanie plunges us into a neon-lit Transylvania where vampires, club kids, and runaway saints all mingle in the same midnight haze. The narrator – part seductive count, part rebellious rocker – swaps heaven for “une poignée d’enfer,” tosses aside the Virgin Mary’s ring, and declares “Le sang c’est la vie.” With witty wordplay like “Transeylvanie” and “un transe se maquille,” the lyrics fuse gothic imagery with a club-culture trance, hinting at gender fluidity, theatrical makeup, and the liberating rush of the dance floor. Every line drips with campy horror, art-house references (even Michelangelo gets name-checked), and a cheeky hunger for forbidden pleasures.
Beneath the fangs and fog lies a deeper tale about identity, desire, and breaking free from judgment. The singer admits to being “très loin d’être novice” in vice, yet still has to “faire l’ange” – a wink at society’s rulebook. By urging a timid lover to let go of fear, Dracula L’amour Plus Fort Que La Mort invites us all to abandon the safe glow of paradise for the raw thrill of night. The song is a darkly playful anthem celebrating self-reinvention, the power of seduction, and the sweet taste of living on the edge – because sometimes, trading a halo for a pair of fangs is the only way to feel truly alive.