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Carpathians, mountains of legends

of blood and immortality

among dead woods and thick fogs

spirits were evoked and demons gathered

storms raging through peaks and caves

as the witch Darvulia was born

the folk hidden, praying their lord

a sorceress alive, dark magic arise

a castle once strong and high

where a beautiful countess dwelt

she was keeping the beast inside

fearing her own powers and crying

a spell was cast and the beast freed

thousands of victims, young and pure

the countess and the witch

servants of evil, benighted in heart

witness my madness, come... come...

I’ll show you my secrets...