Blood Hunt

The coffins are closed

When the daylight shines

On the freezing stones

Of this castle

The coffins lie deep

Into the Crypts

Of it's darkest halls

Past dungeons and narrow walls

This is the home

Of the majestic counts

Many milleniums

They have lived with immortality

Streaming in their veins

Feeding on human blood

As a source

To their delightful existence and beauty

Feared as the plague

Their wings across the land

And sets of into the night

Searching for a victim

Rich of precious blood

Blood Hunt

...the coffins are opened...