Shadows over Transylvania
Lord Ahriman, David Parland
Moonlight, descends in the land of the shadows
The cold moon is rising, over blood red skies
Wolves, cries in the freezing night
Gathered in the twilight, to summon the master below.
Rising shadows, over blood red skies
Mournful cries, through the darkened night
Darkness, spreads in a shape of evil
Over the rising kingdom of Transylvania
Shadows, surrounds the ancient castle
The palace of death far away where no light exist
In the realms of Transylvania
The purest blood shall flow
The mortals shall please
The hunger of the undead souls
Shadows, over Transylvania
Darkness, in the land of frost
Whispers, in the winds of evil
Storms, in the blood red skies