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Aboard the deck of the French mariana

I waited impatient

Waiting to set sail, silent

And as Poseidon took command of the ship

I knew the worst was yet to come

Into the deep

In search of rumour

From Varna we crept close

Speak of the dead

Rising from the grave

Empty coffins where corpses

once remained

In the ruins of Germany

Those olden tales revealed

By the Seine a presence i felt

A living ghost, inhuman

Blasphemy

Not of this world

In search of rumour

From Varna we crept close

Speak of the dead

Rising from the grave

Empty coffins where corpses

once remained

We were led

Into their den

In search of rumour

From Varna we crept close

Speak of the dead

Rising from the grave

Empty coffins where corpses

once remained

An invitation

Sealed with black magic

Cursed by the light

Death in all its glory

Fiends posing as human actors

To a crowd they devoured their vermin