Winds of Transilvania

“An Ancient Bloodthirst” (May 2006) From the dismal ruins The coffin opens again Creating a cloud of dust The moon lights the tomb In the land of the cold graves The spirit mourns in silence Through countless centuries Evil has returned From the murky shadows Walking through the cold forest Misanthropy fills my eyes Hatred for their life Winter cold inside my veins As the cursed hunt begins To seek the blood of mortals The end of life unneeded… “The Light of Funeral Torches” (May 2006) The funeral torches light my way Through the depressive night Misery haunts the old forest Dead in melancholy starlight The heart beats grow louder As the cold grave calls me forth The cursed steel draws blood Under the watch of the autumn moon The freezing grave calls my name Funeral mist rises from the depths A coffin spirit so void of life Mourning for the souls of the past The time of sorrow’s reign Reflected by grim trees Hope shattered by endless failure Murdered by black memories Fog obscures the watchful owl As the wolves gather below In lonely night the human dies Consumed by the black flames of hell… “Winds of Transilvania” (July 2003) Into the black mountains Through ruin and nightfall Wolves howl in the distance As in ancient times Bathed in the pale light Of the Transilvanian moon The forest speaks to me In (ancient) tongues forgotten The winds of Transilvania Caress my blackened heart Whispers from Carpathia Echo within my soul Cold rains cleanse me (As) dark knowledge surrounds I drink deeply and dream Dream of eternal night “The Freezing Darkness” (Dec. 2003) Silent is the mournful night And dreary, the midnight sky Entering the wastelands The desolation surrounds From deep within the mountains Through this nocturnal domain Beyond the darkened woods Walking through ancient lands Monuments lay in ruin Forsaken by the gods Secrets hidden under snow In a land forlorn Earth, in eternal slumber All beauty withered away This kingdom frozen in time Under a blanket of white The winds of sorrow Blowing cold, so very cold (The) dark majesty of what was Long since perished to the ice Wolves howl in pale moonlight As the great blizzard returns Here among countless ruins Frozen cries go unheard “Into the Fires Eternal” (Aug. 2006) Beyond immortal starlight Dreaming in obscurity Illuminated by the flame Burning black within me Liberation through the blood Spilling from captivity Free at last to search For my destiny Seeking true reality Through the ashes of illusion To leave behind this ruined world As it all fades away The pathways to wisdom Lead through the abyss Beyond their kingdom of lies Make the final sacrifice Bleeding in nocturnal light The starless sky weeps far above Standing before the seventh gate To enter hell I now await… "Rites of the Black Moon" (Dec. 2003) Hail the lord of blasphemy This night we sacrifice Drinking the blood of the goat Shrouded in pale moonlight Gathered in the pentagram Drawn with purest virgin blood Summon the legions of Hell To unleash Satanic war Recite the incantation His black kingdom shall arise In flames the holy perish Stench of death and burning flesh Thy holy dominion fades Into eternal darkness Rejoice in the sign of Hell The coming of our dark lord “Morbid Night of Melancholy” (Jan. 2006) I hate the sun and its glow The toxic rays do burn my flesh I loathe the warmth of this world The human race does sicken me Walking through the forest Beyond the mountain streams Following the light of the moon Obscured by clouds in the dismal sky I seek the realm of ever-cold Near the empty winter throne This kingdom forgotten long ago As scornful light did bathe the land Memories now plague my mind Tearing at my blackened soul I curse the light of their lives Consumed with coldest hatred Walking through the forest Beyond the mountain streams No peace exists for me Comfort lies in the grave This morbid night I return to the coffin Beneath the surface of the earth Shrouded in melancholy