Harker is my name, to you people I must say   What I've seen, think of me as mad if you may   The Carpethion Gothic ruin is alive and well.   From my clutch I've made my flee  He lives, the prince of hell.  His evil scheme has spread the plague that   Drains you of your life.  Transforms you into living death as he did my wife   Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)   One by one he'll own your soul  Make you the undead   Thriving in the darkness   Believe these words I've said   Legend has it through his heart   You must drive a stake   Exorcise him in his sleep  You must before he wakes   Destroy him before sunset  Or more loved ones he will seize   I dare not join you  For his fear still lives in me  Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)   Thunder roared from the pounding hoofs  The horses lead the black coach  That brings the demon to the church   Quick the sun now slowly sets    Larry solo    In silence they gathered   Around the great box  The creaking sound as the lid was removed   The sign of the cross, rosaries in hand   Placing the host upon his forehead  Then I heard a hellish howl   As it burned into his flesh    André solo    Rising in a vengeance  The priest was first to go  Slashing and biting engulfing at his throat   The holy water useless as well the crucifix   They all prayed for salvation  But his words were blasphemous  A sea of broken bodies marks the spot   Where he has been  The bloodless cadavers  Here sucked dry of their sins  ..