Prietene, nu te du acolo este slaul psrii morii... Eastern bound to far Carpathia, how the rain it stings my skin Brandys fire and thoughts of hometown fail to quell unrest within Mile on mile the coach wheels clatter, destination looms in sight Orloks castle ramparts tower through the blackened veil of night Soft, in the stark lit dreaming dark, the nightmare comes to me The curse to begin, blood anointing the skin, with the kiss of infinity Hearts race, pulse chase the price of greed is my humanity My lost mortality From the vein, lifes source behold Welcome, death let life unfold Mortified, have I become a victim of this barren place? Rank and stale, my heart hangs heavy, severed from loves embrace Ironbound caskets fall around me, kill what hope that I have left Thus revealed before me lies The Bird of Death... I stand alone in the gloom of the undeads tomb, my dread is quickening Here as I seek where the sleepless creep, in the silence sickening If I wait too late! I must return fate is calling me My fear is stalling me From the vein, let blood be drawn Welcome child of bloodless spawn What is this God forsaken thing which walks among us? And in silence of her room, a silent stranger stands in thrall Fatal the dart of the pure in heart the face of destiny By fickle fate beguiled, as thrice on thrice unheeded cockerel calls The kiss to begin, blood anointing the skin with the curse of infinity The light consumes his flesh, binding life and death as one... Tony Speakman Bass Tim Bowler Drums Kev Bower Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals Andy Sneap Guitars David Bower Vocals
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