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Carpathians bathed in the light of the moonIn old ruins where the dying shadowsAre watching the shine from the starsNobody remembers days of glorySeveral hundreds years passed in silenceNot a soul has been seen hereI am standing on a hillSo silent is the skyI am drinking the cold of this nightOld grey wolf lying upon my feetIs licking the hand of mineIt is night...in my heartIt is moon...in my eyesI am hidden in a fog- my own breathSmall village in a valleySleeping in a fear, in a fear of me!Loathsome race of the mortals magic of wolfish teethes, wings of batsFaithful guards of religionOld as the blood itselfThe cult of the undeadVampirismFrenzy of lust, frenzy of painShe was only fourteenNo cry has burst from her lipsPity that she had to diebut how sweet was her neckIt is night...in my heartIt is moon...in my eyesI am hidden in a fogMy own breathSometimes only my anthem of triumphEchoes in mountains landscapeLike blood from thorn opened arteriesPoison flows down the tongueSomewhere far away a howling can be heardOh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!Frenzy of lust, frenzy of painBlood is life...
Behemoth Hidden In A Fog