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A fallen father of wamphyric blood
Return for the betrayer
A leech's egg, the spawning of son
Vengeful blood, Thibor's torturous end

In the cruciform hills
Something evil lies, undead

A plot, by the ones who oppose
A voevod, who thirsts
To be put down, for his blasphemies
Faethor's inheritor, eternity cut short

A drink is drugged, deceived
To be staked, severed and burned
For this vampire's end
But the one who seeks
Has his own means for the end
An immortal nightmare

Chained in silver, iron, immobile, bound
Wooden stake, sins through flesh
A wamphyri bleeds

Helpless, a host's heart pierced
Feeble is the cry, to spare

Forbidden plot
For the keep of unrest, a soul
Buried undead, inearthed
Consuming black surrounds
Underneath mausoleum to ward
Incased with seclusion
Left, a struggle with inching time

The tomb carved, unknown
Follower, opposition, or warning for all
A crest to mark impurity
Protoflesh, the only breach of black
Cast its seeds among living
To call upon again, for offerings
Of blood, soaked through earth
Ultimately a rebirth

In the cruciform hills
Something evil lies, undead....

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