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Off the damned & bloody shores

still from your mortal soul pours

a sense of doubt, dread & fear

before even arriving at the castle doors

Wolves howl as they open

a ghastly maiden invites you in

One of three brides of the damned

fetisizing over your skin

These mistresses of the left hand path

you help them die the little death

before they vanish leaving you for dead

alone in their tomb's bed

Clinging desperately to the walls

when exploring candlelit halls

Your flesh creeps when from the black

an ominous foreboding voice calls

To find the source of the moans

you descend to the catacombs

Decorated with decadence

and ever fresh gnawed bones

Then arriving to a fabulous room

until realizing the reality of the tomb

you know it's too late as the coffin opens

that you have sealed your doom

Realization of your fatal mistake

You know you should have stayed away

from the land that should not be

Carpathian & God forsaken