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Gazing into the Transylvanian mist

Lifted before me were the veils of time

An ancient force of darkness guided my soul

Whispering a cold, mysterious rhyme

Thus I caught a glimpse of a long forgotten past

Reflected in the silver circle way up high

I froze in the fog struck by these horrors

Unaware if I would live or die

Through rites by mortals long forgotten

One with darkness in wind and rain

Engulfed by echoes of a distant past

That stilled my loneliness and pain

Ancient castles, demons and witches

Lost in the fog between joy and fear

Twisted roads and invisible tombstones

The smell of purest evil so near

Then a black coach drawn by black horses

Appeared through the fog without a sound

The horses unlike any earthly beings

The coach surely for Hell was bound

Filled with fog, the night dark and cold

On through the red mist His children fly

Those whose souls have long been sold

Have heard His call, His ancient cry

A silver circle 'midst the blackened sky

The full moon to guide their paths

Witches and wolves, warlocks all fly

All of His creatures of wrath

All the Master's children...we are lechery

All the Master's children...we are gluttony

All the Master's children...we are usury

All the Master's children...we are avarice

All the Master's children...we are sloth

All the Master's children...we are anger

All the Master's children...we are pride

All the Master's children

I was shown the splendour of Satan

Made love to the Countess in eternal lust

The wisdom of ages dawned on my mind

The cross must be turned to ashes to dust

I saw a sword covering three wolf teeth

On a blood red crest like an abysmal gate

Shadows from the depths strengthened my soul

To wield the powers of darkness and hate

Dawn approached the Carpathian mountains

My soul returned from the astral plane

To ride again the four winds of the earth

To blaspheme and conquer in the Master's name