Carpathians, mountains of legends Legends of blood and immortality Between dead woods and thick fog Spirits were evoked and demons gathered Storms raging through peaks and caves As the witch Darvulia was born The folk hidden, praying the 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"