Beneath centuries of dust
Millena lying in wait
That returns which was once slain
Sustained upon sanguine appropriations
From the veins of man
Black Inversion of a procession
Rise from beneath cavernous confinement
The lambs of Christ to be drained
Deep in Carpathian wilderness
Stirring in ancient shadows
This foul parody of life returns
In catacombs beneath long forgotten castles
Slithering out of the view of light
In mockery of the holy
Perverse nobility bestowed
Lord to the king of lies
Wolves gather in reverence
The forest fall silent
Confronted by eldritch majesty
Subsisting on Christian blood
Terror from the depths of the earth
Draining lesser beings of life
Crimson honorific bestowed upon thee
Sanguine fluid streams forth into the mouth
Drink now of the bewitched blood
The taste of iron envelope thy throat and soul
Veins cease to flow as the air from the lungs
The beating of the heart falling silent
The fangs perforate the flesh
Feel now the bliss of pure power