Flying Above Ancient Ruins
Travelling across time Near the mountains of Fagaras The Citadel lies, laid upon an inaccessible hillside Unconquerable fortress, surrounded by myths Poenari, so it was called Flying above ancient ruins Where history was written in blood Over massive hills Watching the thousands of stairs leading upwards In my dreams Hundreds of years have passed Since the last ruler He was a son of the dragon, prince of darkness His might and glory is eternal Still living today in dark legends
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
On the wings of night Where shadows whisper And wind sign its songs There among the rocks And in hollows of the trees A small and beauteous bird Is on the prowl Symbol of infinite wisdom All-seeing And almighty creature Who holds guard Upon its wooden throne Observing the daily cycle An immortal queen The cold of her eyes Watches the mountain sides
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Funeral winds blow through the snowy land Frost bites under the skin and blood coagulates in the veins Somewhere in the distance, howling of wolves is to be heard Children of the night are lurking in their sites A landscape so mysterious and magical Decrepit by misery and fright Where the old count survives deep in the mountains During cold and long nights Inside his dwelling he remembers that day When the moon is full and casts its light Then all around they know That each year The ball of vampires invites its guests to a feast
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Funeral winds blow through the snowy land Frost bites under the skin and blood coagulates in the veins Somewhere in the distance, howling of wolves is to be heard Children of the night are lurking in their sites A landscape so mysterious and magical Decrepit by misery and fright Where the old count survives deep in the mountains During cold and long nights Inside his dwelling he remembers that day When the moon is full and casts its light Then all around they know That each year The ball of vampires invites its guests to a feast
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
When the day began its endless pilgrimage And bells are heard from afar Evil in its cruelest shape Chafing its hands Sleepless nights And eternal days Fear from what was never known Exorbitance of own thoughts Enthralled by helplessness Death was never so close Destiny gambles with you Like a beast lurking for its prey At the end of a new age This fact will forever be in my memory
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026
Funeral winds blow through the snowy land Frost bites under the skin and blood coagulates in the veins Somewhere in the distance, howling of wolves is to be heard Children of the night are lurking in their sites A landscape so mysterious and magical Decrepit by misery and fright Where the old count survives deep in the mountains During cold and long nights Inside his dwelling he remembers that day When the moon is full and casts its light Then all around they know That each year The ball of vampires invites its guests to a feast
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026