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Through relics and mortal vessels, his flesh reborn with a craving for blood

Demons rise up from the dust to serve their master of the night.

A twisted fortress impales the blackened Carpathian sky

Corrupting the forest of silence with the evil in his eyes

An opposing, mortal bloodline

with intrepid lineage

Wielding weapons of the holy

he shudders at the name

Embodiment of denied salvation

Commander of demons and bringer of strife

Fears not the dagger or holy water immolation

Another body slides down a wooden pike

Power consistently thwarted by the clan of the cross and the vampire's bane

building a demonic line of defense from the soldiers of the light

The battle lives as people speak his name while the centuries wax and the centuries wane

Man's innocence is lamented through this symphony of the night

The towers swell with ghosts

who rise from ancient vaults

The beasts of the forest are under the spell

eyes glowing red with the fires of hell

Howling a chorus of thorns by the light of the moon

The Embodiment of denied salvation

Emblazoned with the glory and splendors of strife

unholy garden of foolish impaled warriors

another one slides down a wooden pike