Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon In old ruins where the dying shadows Are watching the shine from the stars Nobody remembers days of glory Several hundreds years passed in silence Not a soul has been seen here
I am standing on a hill So silent is the sky I am drinking in the cold of this night Old grey wolf lying upon my foots Is licking the hand of mine
It is night... in my heart It is moon... in my eyes I am hidden in a fog - my own breath
Small village in a valley Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me! Loathsome race of the mortals Magic of wolfish teeths, wings of bats Faithful guards of religion Old as the blood itself - The Cult of the Undead Vampirism!
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain She was only fourteen No cry has bursted from her lips Pity that she had to die But how sweet was her neck...
It is night... in my heart It is moon... in my eyes I am hidden in a fog - my own breath
Sometimes only my anthem of triumph Echoes in mountainous landscape Like blood from thorned open arteries Poison flows down the tongue Somewhere far away a howling can be heard Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania! Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain Blood is life... ETERNAL!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
