Ashen moonlight strikes withered lands
A forlorn fortress ruled by his commands
Ascend from blighted towers faceless one
Pierced bodies hemming stone walls heavy manned

His name a curse, his tongue a whip
Soon your soul falls under a shadows grip down in

Transylvania - The call of Dracula
Transylvania - Realm of the impaler

The sword of Damocles devides the Sun
A crusade of unseen horrors has begun
The sands of time are running through his hands
Blood will fill the moats once victory is won

His name a curse, his tongue a whip
Soon your soul falls under a shadows grip down in

Transylvania - The call of Dracula
Transylvania - Realm of the impaler

Transylvania - The call of Dracula
Transylvania - Realm of the impaler

Upon the hill a deadly toll
Your fate is sealed, becomes a whole
Entrails is ripping, flesh torn from bone
Just another body, no name in stone