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Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven |
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Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon |
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In old ruins where the dying shadows |
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Are watching the shine from the stars |
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Nobody remembers days of glory |
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Several hundreds years passed in silence |
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Not a soul has been seen here |
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I am standing on a hill |
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So silent is the sky |
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I am drinking in the cold of this night |
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Old grey wolf lying upon my foots |
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Is licking the hand of mine |
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It is night... in my heart |
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It is moon... in my eyes |
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I am hidden in a fog - my own breath |
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Small village in a valley |
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Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me ! |
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Loathsome race of the mortals |
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Magic of wolfish teeths, wings of bats |
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Faithful guards of religion |
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Old as the blood itself - |
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- The Cult of the Undead Vampirism ! |
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Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain |
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She was only fourteen |
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No cry has bursted from her lips |
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Pity that she had to die |
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But how sweet was her neck... |
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It is night... in my heart |
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It is moon... in my eyes |
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I am hidden in a fog - my own breath |
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Sometimes only my anthem of triumph |
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Echoes in mountainous landscape |
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Like blood from thorned open arteries |
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Poison flows down the tongue |
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Somewhere far away a howling can be heard |
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Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania ! |
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Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain |
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Blood is life... ETERNAL ! |