Called upon, to suffice their lord Szgany's chosen, to carve the cairn A date unknown, but next to carve will know On this stone, a name, Dumitru to haunt
Enthralled to follow A cold dead voice within his head This destined death which is led by its beast
Tranced to meet his end In ruins that welcome blood Castle of sickened decay Descent to caverned remains
Shaded halls of stone Lined with the jars of the dead To be brought back
A grasp of a mind once his Just to regain his soul Till its voice returns To carry out the calling, Janos
Sacrifice his flesh for him For rebirth of Wamphyric life Escape from this dormant state When blood, fills the urn
Journey through crypts of salts Remnants of those he kept To rise and serve again
Ascend, to his nocturnal cavern In keeps, lies his soul Submerged half in earth, lies his soul
A final fight of being Ruled, the one who calls Whose ancient pact, from birth was sealed Summoned to quench, with blood
Forward, incisional pit, his death A fall greeted by spikes Impaled from skull to foot Gutters are filled with red
Deceived to give his ghost For now the urn's fulfilled its thirstTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
