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I visit my hometown where swamp meets sea

I'm a bleak vaporous vision seeking unholy nourishment

Before I return to the grave to my heathen ancestors

As flames fly on Walpurgisnacht

We buried ourselves in the damp earth

Absorbing the moisture until the blood sank

The others suffocated as I rose

Beneath layers of bone

The darkness above

Was equal to that below

I walk into the palace

Put my ancient sword on the throne

The dusk promised a full night of travel

Down in a sunless stream

My astral leaves me and my shadow

For a land of seven fortified towers

That disallow travel alone

In the invidious forest

That adorn Wallachia

Where the elder darkness lives on

I gain a solemn anima

For my young veins hold the blood of my sire

Who haunts this obscure land

Forever The Black Order of the Dragon

The crown of death is in my land

Below your thoughts, beyond wisdom

I shall rise again from the choking depths

That low black passage

Taken by the mediums I possessed

To bring forth the oracle within the castle's midst

Some of thee undead lurk the deep dungeons

They fly around the pinnacle

Where my pale loathsome priestess

Keeps a gleaming black dome

Over her magic circle

Anxious for my return

Knowing my grave was disturbed

I appear inside the Pentagram

(Wilderness Atmosphere)