Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven   Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon   In 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   I am standing on a hill   So silent is the sky   I am drinking in the cold of this night   Old grey wolf lying upon my foots   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 a fear, in a fear of me !   Loathsome race of the mortals   Magic of wolfish teeths, 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 bursted from her lips   Pity that she had to die   But how 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 mountainous landscape   Like blood from thorned open arteries   Poison flows down the tongue   Somewhere far away a howling can be heard   Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania !   Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain   Blood is life... ETERNAL !