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Carpathian

Carpathian Tales: Vlad The Impaler [M/L: Jevo] Son Of Dragon, Prince of terror, Known as Draculea Ruler Of Wallachia, Vlad The Impaler, you're the law

Overhead the thunder cracked and roared And when it ceased the deathlike silence Chilled my marrow and bones The need to feel dead was killing him Like

The trail I walk is haunted By his blinding light Somewhere Down there For eternities undefeated Unwanted Untouched The evil incarnate The cloak of

A spirit rose from the earth Slowly leaving... Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing Like dust in the night the prayers rise Under the sick image

An evil face The eyes so cold The dark labyrinth of the human mind Key to a kingdom A world of bones New revelation, anger is the fuel I am a sinner

[J. Nordavind '96] A cold sharpened blade plunge through the skin. Death triumphant. Death the king Blood on my hands. Blood on my lips I took the frail

Centuries have strengthened his soul He knows the winds He knows the woods and the trees Firmly held by the strongest chains He's waiting for the nightfall

[Music by Nordavind '91] Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-.... While

The cold hands were yours The stiff face was yours But you were not there The eyes were yours, but they were closed And would not open The rays of the