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The mist sorrounds the Carpathians,

and the moon adorns the palace dark.

The transilvanian woods housed death

Hideous and pale beings

dwell in the grim fortress.

The vengeful blood ran through their veins.

Blood thirst,

hunger of flesh.

Transylvania remains bleak since then.

The Carpathian are haunted,

one who enters never leaves,

death always haunts those lands

It`s grey skinned dwellers,

obsesive deliverers of death.

Evil disturbed their faces.

Gracefully they dragged dusk.

Wolves remained lurking in the dark.

The vampires keep growling in their thirst.