Hidden In A Fog Behemoth

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 the cold of this night
Old grey wolf lying upon my feet
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 teethes, wings of bats
Faithful guards of religion
Old as the blood itself
The cult of the undead
Vampirism