Carpathian funeral blasting the might of Satan  In this black sacrificial rite the clouds are black    Blood is raining from the sky  We enjoy it very much because we are vampires  And we don't need to hunt for our food  But we do because it has become a habit    A habitus nekromaur!  Our fangs are long and sharp to bite    The black eagle of Satan  And the owls in the forest  Hohoo's around  It is spooky and we are afraid  Of Vlad Dracul!