Guided by the magical moon-gleam Melt with the spectral fog I am the Beast, Child of Night and Evil Dictatorial Emperor in my damned land With a blasphemous nature
I am... The memory of a cruel past I am... The guardian of elitist and strong values I am... The Predator Demonic creature pitted against lies and weakness The Destructor of Jesus' and David's lambs
Through mystical valleys Hear my triumphant howilng Horrific signal for the return of bestial instincts... Announcement of supremacy... The awaking of barbaric hordes Sinister Druids had predicted their reign Lunar attraction completed their prophecies...
Now Time of Tyranny and Blood arrives Mayhemic Hordes led by an ancestral rage We are the Beasts, Children of Night and Evil Our bestial way will triumph forever...
[Autumn 1996]
3. Vampiric Warmaster (Part II)
Incarnation of a dark supremacy Mysterious and dreadful inheritence of a forgotten past A mythic Quest: Born from the might of Moon and Shadows An eternal being: Drakдn, Guardian of Eternal Blood Protector of a pagan and profane tradition A man born with a spirit, but without soul... ... without pity... without fear...
Centuries ago, he ruled the land of Wallachia In the shadow of the honour that his ancestors built A name, a mark, an order... Drakul: Cruel and merciless He fought for the domination of the world by an elite of initiates A world where the feeble will be crushed A sacred mission, inherited from Ancient Times... A struggle for Supremacy... of men made with the same Heart
For his bloodthirsty feats he was given the name of Tepes... He made war with art... Crimes and revenge with delight... Tortures and suffering with pleasure... He led an endless fight for power By his own might, he was a master Without faith in god, only in himself
Voivod of Wallachia, man of power and pride Cruel and merciless Vampire, with an endless thirst of blood to spread He knew sciences of darkness
It was said he died in the battlefield The storm lit the struggle of the dark powers against death... In the shadow of an ancestral vampiric tradition He laid... A mythic quest... A quest for eternity... Voivod Drakul: Keeper of eternal blood Vampiric warmaster
[Summer 1996]
4. Dark Wickedness
Engraved in the oldest parchments The Dark Story of Blood and Crime Surrendered to me it's most hated secrets... Forsaken to the Flames of Wickedness I lead a struggle within me... My lust for Cruelty is as strong As my desire to shed Darkness amongst Blood
Inferno of Tortures... Poison, Fire and Iron...
It was said to delight in crime and revenge Among lies... It was said to exalt in taste of blood Among horrors... I laugh with a scornful smile
It was said to blaspheme and to subjugate Among feeble tears... I learnt - there's no law before my Will I learnt - there's no-one above me I laugh with a scornful smile
Sparkling steel, a strap of leather Held in my hands with strength Honour my knife and whip with Blood and Pain I laugh with a scornful smile With art and subtlety: I'll engrave my sign with my knife and whip Filled by the stench of suffering Kneel down before Might and Darkness Honour my knife and whip in your death-throes
[Winter 1995]
5. When Iron Has Been Blended With Blood
6. The Nine Ghosts Of The Ring Of Power
In the malignant spirit of Sauron the Damned Where born the fabulous Rings of Power Their work of domination started with Ancient Kings, Warriors and Wizards - Perverted by glory and power Became the slave of the Lord of the Ring: Spectral were their appearances As though mere shadows in darkness...
Nazgлl, damned souls of the tenebrous Lord... The Night walks with them: Death howls from their mouths Knights of Chaos, riding obscure Dragons... Horrifying apparitions led by the madness Of the Prince of barad-Dлr
With a blind devotion The Army of Mordor gathered about The sinister towers of Minas Morgul A cursed fortress for the Black Ghosts; Where forbidden sorcery is practiced. The beginning of War, marching To an epic battle against golden armour: The Chronicle of the Infinite Quest
[Autumn 1996]
7. Kein Entkommen
8. Whisper Of The Witch
A dream...? A call...? Illusion or madness? I heard my name through a haunting chant Is it a chant or a gloomy symphony? Is it a call or my own cry? In the midst of lament and pain I see the way and find her My lost desire, my witch Guided by my despair... ... She travels through the infinite cycle of the Ages
My Witch, burn me with your infernal beauty Dark Woman, let us melt in the Dance of Fire and Ice
Share the secrets of Darkness Your black eyes are the mirror of truth Where I can see my power That you make, reborn within me
Dark Woman, take me upon your cosmic travels My Witch, I want to be the storm of your hate
Build a mighty castle A fortress for our unholy hearts Where we'll fly into dark caves For our quest of wisdom and Harmony of our melancholic spirits
[Autumn 1995]
9. Among Mist And Shadows...
From the depths of unholy forests I hear dark voices pronouncing my name A freezing wind blows on my face Bringing back memories once forgotten
Powers of the Moon are within me Beyond Time: I am the Keeper of the darkest secrets...
An endless night shelters me... The moonlight shows me a path Through the mist... I know I have to follow the Ancient Wind ... I can't live anymore...
Meant to follow in their ways... In a time... In a place I wasn't born for... I denied... - I own the powers of darkness - - I own the ancestral knowledge - - The Black Might made me free -
I carry the dark sign... My blood is as cold as ice... And my soul, as gloomy as the sky...
Beyond the gate of stone I carry my hate, my bitterness... And I know, I'll be back Even through the Shadows of the Ages I was meant to live under the Sign of the Dark Star
