Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest. The howling of
Wallachian wolves, a serenade to the dreariest soul.
I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved, left behind,
grieving for the one, my ashen bride.
A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains. Into my ears they
whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.
Five hundred years have passed since the flowers blossomed. Green meadows
now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun
I'm alone
"I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores.
The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees.
I remember the nights spent in thine arms, while making dark love with
bestial charm. A setting provided with incessant rain, sipping the blood
from each others veins."
As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a
beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life.
"I am longing to touch thee, my love, to bake in the warmth of the skies
above. Marveled by landscapes so picturesque with the nestled brow on my
nurturing breast. I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss, to dance
in the halls of the fiery abyss. Vanquish thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my tortured sleep."
As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a
beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life.
"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to thee like a gentle breeze upon a
reposing sea. Let my waves wash away thy grief, and convey thy shadowless
soul back to me."
I've renounced the ways of christ. I've spat on his thron
