Harker is my name, to you people I must say What I've seen, think of me as mad if you may The Carpethion Gothic ruin is alive and well. From my clutch I've made my flee He lives, the prince of hell. His evil scheme has spread the plague that Drains you of your life. Transforms you into living death as he did my wife Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death) One by one he'll own your soul Make you the undead Thriving in the darkness Believe these words I've said Legend has it through his heart You must drive a stake Exorcise him in his sleep You must before he wakes Destroy him before sunset Or more loved ones he will seize I dare not join you For his fear still lives in me Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death) Thunder roared from the pounding hoofs The horses lead the black coach That brings the demon to the church Quick the sun now slowly sets
In silence they gathered Around the great box The creaking sound as the lid was removed The sign of the cross, rosaries in hand Placing the host upon his forehead Then I heard a hellish howl As it burned into his flesh
Rising in a vengeance The priest was first to go Slashing and biting engulfing at his throat The holy water useless as well the crucifix They all prayed for salvation But his words were blasphemous A sea of broken bodies marks the spot Where he has been The bloodless cadavers Here sucked dry of their sinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
