The coffins are closed
When the daylight shines
On the freezing stones
Of this castle
The coffins lie deep
Into the Crypts
Of it's darkest halls
Past dungeons and narrow walls
This is the home
Of the majestic counts
Many milleniums
They have lived with immortality
Streaming in their veins
Feeding on human blood
As a source
To their delightful existence and beauty
Feared as the plague
Their wings across the land
And sets of into the night
Searching for a victim
Rich of precious blood
Blood Hunt
...the coffins are opened...
