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He returned to the town of his childhood

To find inspiration

But there he stood

With a macabre memories dominion

In the wrong city at the wrong time

The boy saw the death of the killer

Swinging at the end of a rope after his crime

Traces of blood and powder

An atmosphere with filthy air

Nothing has changed, Hubie is still there

With the arrival of the two new owners

A series of bloody events occurs

Child missing, dog eviscerated with no pity

This is only the prelude to the gory symphony

As the dead accumulate

Can not be the acts of a human

Systematic depopulation is our fate

The clues reveal the demon

A nightmare creature

Who will sip you until the last drop

But this precious warm blood

Will never heat up this glacial vampire

That night in the dismal manor

They seized the woman

A Present for the Master

Now, she is fallen

With the help of the holy man

They are ready for the eradication

The vanishing of the entire clan

Their only hope to salvation

Enraged after he slaughtered

His devoted mortal servant

They will be splintered

And subject to instant judgment

That night in the dismal manor

They seized the woman

A Present for the Master

By becoming one of them, she is fallen

And in the confrontation of the two opponents

Lord Barlow laughed at the sainthood

The relics of the churchman were useless in his presence

Because without faith the cross is only wood

Without faith the cross is only wood