1. With the Spell of Inferno (Mephisto)How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majestyHow hard to live when I long for your devil's warmthA livid skies over WittenbergAnd the empty streets and pavements of the townEverything sinks into dead tearsAnd craves charlatantryMefisto you're born inside of me againBut will you speak my name in the ancient tonguesAmong thousand flames of profligacyNaked bodies flowing in the stream of wild dreamsI strip myself of my sacred virtuesThe picture of male domination (and the treat in blood)And blood and pride old and clotted alreadyBut I can still see its drops on my hot faceAnd pain and candles everywhere and incenseAnd your dream which I wish to wake up in every day:Everything so ephemeral and equally usualAnd this blood and candles burnt away; and they burnt till todayMephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleepThe essence of eternal life, but have I found it?If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human raceWith spell of hell!I shall go deeper down than Dante didAnd tame the snakes of minePhallic symbols the seed of truthAnd belief in eternal life:2. Hidden in the FogNight in the mountains comes with the fly of a ravenCarpathians bathed in the light of the moonIn the old ruins where the dying shadowsAre watching the shine from the starsNobody remembers days of glorySeveral hundreds years passed in silenceNot a soul has been seen hereO am standing on the hillSo silent in the skyI am drinking the cold of this nightOld gray wolf flying upon my feetIs licking the hand of mineIt is night: in my heartIt is moon: in my eyesI am hidden in a fog - my own breathSmall village in a valleySleeping in fear, in a fear of me!Loathsome race of mortalsMagic of wolfish teethes, wings of batsFaithful guards of religionOld as the blood itselfThe cult of the undeadVampirismFrenzy of lust, frenzy of painShe was only fourteenNo cry has burst from her lipsPity that she had to dieBut bow sweet was her neckIt is night: in my heartIt is moon: in my eyesI am hidden in a fogMy own breathSometimes only my anthem of triumphEchoes in mountains landscapeLike blood from thorn opened arteriesPoison flows down the tongueSomewhere far away a howling can be heardOh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!Frenzy of lust, frenzy of painBlood is life: ETERNAL!3. Sventevith (Storming near the Baltic)
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
