Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven   Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon   In the old ruins where the dying shadows   Are watching the shine from the stars   Nobody remembers days of glory   Several hundreds years passed in silence   Not a soul has been seen here   O am standing on the hill   So silent in the sky   I am drinking the cold of this night   Old gray wolf flying upon my feet   Is licking the hand of mine      It is night: in my heart   It is moon: in my eyes   I am hidden in a fog - my own breath   Small village in a valley   Sleeping in fear, in a fear of me!   Loathsome race of mortals   Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats   Faithful guards of religion   Old as the blood itself   The cult of the undead   Vampirism      Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain   She was only fourteen   No cry has burst from her lips   Pity that she had to die   But bow sweet was her neck   It is night: in my heart   It is moon: in my eyes   I am hidden in a fog   My own breath      Sometimes only my anthem of triumph   Echoes in mountains landscape   Like blood from thorn opened arteries   Poison flows down the tongue   Somewhere far away a howling can be heard   Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!      Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain   Blood is life: ETERNAL!