Transylvania, Walpurgis Night
An unknown man passes through his safety, into the dark dense forest
Along his way he feels the eyes upon him
Of a tall dark stranger, the count of blood

On and on through the night, the wolves in the cemetery cry
Infernal lust for blood drives the undead ones tonight

Continuing on his journey, into the old graveyard
He spies a marble tomb, with an iron stake driven deep
Suddenly the count appears to him, and summons a mighty blizzard
But is stuck down by lightening and returns to the grave

The wolves then emerge from the ice and snow
Fighting with frantic fury, he struggles to defend
The cries from the woods, go unheard yet for one
Hears the sound and grins with diabolical delight
The blood feeds the lustful beasts as it warms the skin of man
The pain is his savior, warming him till his escape

As the man attempts to free himself from the blood he's drawn
He races for a clearing and dashes frantically from hell
The wolves behind him, once again he feels the eyes
His heart is racing as he trudges through the snow
His sanity shattered, his soul touched by the blackened hand
The sights of the macabre woods burned into his mind

He returns to his quarters, collapses to the floor
His mind racing wildly, clutching his crucifix
On the floor lies a note, coming closer into sight
Penned in blood by the count,
...Beware the wolves and snow at night

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