Spectres Over Transylvania

Night... Forest... stormwind and growling skies Night, her depth and pervasive ominousness Lightning rumble at heights The forests dreaming of bloodfilled unquiescence From the depths of Snagov crawls the dread Bloodred moon entered the chamber of deceased kings Broke the spell and shadows spread Mountains engulfed in the silhouette of Dark Wings The blue freezing fog that rubs its tail upon the woods Stroke its crawl into every corner of the dusk Born of Dragons prowler silently broods Ona s strayed wanderer he feeds, found aghast The sky is darkened, beautiful changed by night And strom and darkness so wondrously strong Chorus of wolves with infernal might Joined in howl, close to a village they throng Phantom Lord eternal in dread The dreadful grace The dakr-seekers strive to embrace What haunts the feeble human race Terrorizing is thy fame Lord of the rats, the Black Ace Savage beasts sing sets nights aflame Dark and unfathomed are thy ways The blue freezing fog that rubs its tail upon the woods Stroke its crawl into every corner of the dusk Born of Dragons prowler silently broods Ona s strayed wanderer he feeds, found aghast The dark kiss of damnation reaches beyond the spectral palace Like a nightside priest Graces his loyal tribes Call for the feast It's the night of creeping death Creatures of undying lust Bite and suck and attack Feel the cold grave's breath Like a night's beloved priest Spreads infliction on the earth Bears the cruellest beauty The Devil's anointed, the nocturnal beast In the spectral palace of Moroi Only seen by the doomed Cries and shrikes of gloomed Cold dark waves approach From the crypts that hold The arcane of immortality Poor ye wanderer who got lost within The grim land like a deep treat of hell Beware! It's the dark night closing in To swallow your soul and keep you to dwell For eternities as a crying fiend Knowing onlu the hues of the grave dark And whispers of the cold undying wind Nevermore to see the dawn's fiery spark If you tread the path of demons Tread it in the most cruel Most hideous manner If you build a mountain of corpses Build it to the sky If you shed blood Let it run like a river O mighty Devil, wrapped in mists, untouched by mortal's fist O potent Evil, whose blood filled pasts all in awe admire we must Curse and death were stamped upon thy land where many infidels met their end O decay inwrought, robed in grave's breath, never dying, mocking death Peasants bless their door with (superstitious) affection and formulas of protection Thy (most) feared countnance takes a shape in pestilent air their fate with blood you smear Gethered by the candle light, in the darkest astir "May His cursed form never appear" Sorrowed song broke the night, wolves do their duty with voices of bewitching beauty Night... enshrouds the woods, a sorrowful sight Dark night comes down prematurely, inexorably Suffocating fright spreads again like beneful blight The fog reveals the castle, the splendour of devilry From depths of Snagov crawls the dread Across the great vast forest terror sweeps like fiend The beasts of hell cry out for the return of the undead Sky and hills mingled in the bitter whirl of wind The sky is darkened, beautifully changed by night And storm and darkness so wondrously strong Chorus of wolves with infernal might Joined the howl, close to a village they throng O night shapes, heralds of bane What child or maiden, what blood young? Will feed the forest's pulsating vein And satiate the parching tongue? To whom the requiem will resound? The anthem og the mournful tone Whose soul'll be devoured by this unhallowed ground? Spectres hover above this land forlorn...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025