One century passed Since peace befell the land Rumors abound of a growing doom A hidden vampiric hand
Near the decrepit altar A sinister howling bray Doth tremble the abbey walls As lightning shatters the grave
The unholy tyrant arises into The putrid suffocating stench Resurrecting his accursed fortress Wolves and demons entrenched
The chosen warrior emerges Of the old heroic clan Clad in leather, armed with chain Courage and skill unknown by man
Crossing the gates of the castle Blades rise from under his boot Unwavering holy solider Constitution absolute
Undead fingers clawing for flesh Birds of prey swirl in the skies Nests of vipers approaching As the meadow acidifies
Traversing a gauntlet Of vanishing foes His pathway collapses over Fields of spikes below
As candlelit caverns Crumble into stone
Mystical items sustain him Onward to the throne
Plunged down to the dungeon With it horrors buried deep
Ascending the towers Into the outer keep
Death itself defeated With a courageous slash To Dracula’s quarters For the final clash
The count wields bolts of evil As flames fill the room But one final whipping strike Sends him back to his tombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
