Winds of Transilvania

“An Ancient Bloodthirst” (May 2006) From 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 all life Winter cold possess me Nocturnal hunt begins To seek the blood of mortals This cursed life unending… “The Light of Funeral Torches” (May 2006) Beyond the forest of the dead Without warmth.. without life Forever damned... in misery Filled with pure hate and winter Through the morbid night Called forth by the cold grave The cursed steel draws blood Under the watch of the autumn moon The funeral mists rise from below Centuries of grief soon to end The sacred blade of scornful despair Unleashes crimson streams In the light of funeral torches Surrounded by grim trees Life fading into the shadows Entering the coffin-sleep Summoned by the endless dark To die in solitude Beneath the eye of the dark unholy Master “Winds of Transilvania” (July 2003) Into the black mountains Through ruin and nightfall... Bathed in the pale light Of the moon The forest speaks to me In tongues forgotten The winds of Transilvania Caress my blackened heart Whispers from Carpathia Echo within the dark Cold rains cleanse me Dark knowledge surrounds I drink deeply and dream Dream of eternal night The winds of Transilvania Freezes the blood in my veins Under Carpathian moon I am one with the night Into the darkness and through the trees The full moon calls me Take me away... The winds of Transilvania Forever haunt my mind Mortal life forgotten I am one with the dark Wolves howl in the distance As in ancient times... “Night of the Undead” (Nov. 1997) Grim frozen night Fog creeps through cemetery Into ancient graves Unlife fills the decayed The forces of Satan Summon them to rise From their rotting coffins Clawing through the damp soil Night of the undead Lowered into the earth In forgotten times The essence of evil Heed the call of Baphomet Scent of decayed flesh Corrupts the air The stench of Hell Tearing of christian flesh Full moon lights the way Flames grow higher Night of dark rituals Bleed on the altar of Hell Night of the undead Total armageddon Destruction of life The legions of Hades Pave the way for evil's rise Sacrifice to Satan Witchcraft and sorcery Away from the light Into the Kingdom Below “The Freezing Darkness” (Dec. 2003) Silent is the mournful night And dreary, the midnight sky Entering the wastelands The desolation surrounds From deep within... This nocturnal domain Beyond the darkened woods Wandering forsaken lands Midgard in eternal slumber All beauty withered away This kingdom frozen in time Under a blanket of white The winds of sorrow Blowing cold.... Dark majesty of what was Long since perished to the ice This tomb of winter Left to the freezing darkness In grim light of the moon The gates open once more Unleash the dark.... Wolves howl in pale moonlight As the great blizzard returns Here among countless ruins Frozen cries go unheard “Pentagram of Blood" (Aug. 1998) Ice cold northern wind Calling my name Through the dismal night Flames burning in the sky A summoning nocturnal Must answer this call An overwhelming urge Open the darkened gates Through the pentagram of blood Enter the realm of death The kingdom of Hades No light shines here... “Svarta natten...” (Jan. 2006) Jag hatar solen Den bränner min hud Jag avskyr värmen i denna värld Människor äcklar mig Vandring genom skogen Bortom bergets strömmar Följande månens ljus Skyms av moln på den dystra himlen Jag söker riket av evig kyla Nära den tomma vintertronen Förlorat så länge sedan Som hatfullt ljus badade landet Minnen plåga mitt sinne Sliter i min svarta själ Jag förbannar ljuset av deras liv Fylld med kallaste hat Vandring genom skogen Bortom bergets bäckar Ingen fred Jag önskar graven