Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven

Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon

In old ruins where the dying shadows

Are watching the shine from the stars

Nobody remembers days of glory

Several hundreds years passed in silence

Not a soul has been seen here

I am standing on a hill

So silent is the sky

I am drinking in the cold of this night

Old grey wolf lying upon my foots

Is licking the hand of mine

It is night... in my heart

It is moon... in my eyes

I am hidden in a fog - my own breath

Small village in a valley

Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me !

Loathsome race of the mortals

Magic of wolfish teeths, wings of bats

Faithful guards of religion

Old as the blood itself -

- The Cult of the Undead Vampirism !

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain

She was only fourteen

No cry has bursted from her lips

Pity that she had to die

But how sweet was her neck...

It is night... in my heart

It is moon... in my eyes

I am hidden in a fog - my own breath

Sometimes only my anthem of triumph

Echoes in mountainous landscape

Like blood from thorned open arteries

Poison flows down the tongue

Somewhere far away a howling can be heard

Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania !

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain

Blood is life... ETERNAL !