Hidden in The Fog

Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon In the 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 O am standing on the hill So silent in the sky I am drinking the cold of this night Old gray wolf flying 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 fear, in a fear of me! Loathsome race of mortals Magic of wolfish teethes, wings of bats Faithful guards of religion Old as the blood itself The cult of the undead Vampirism Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain She was only fourteen No cry has burst from her lips Pity that she had to die But bow sweet was her neck It is night: in my heart It is moon: in my eyes I am hidden in a fog My own breath Sometimes only my anthem of triumph Echoes in mountains landscape Like blood from thorn opened arteries Poison flows down the tongue Somewhere far away a howling can be heard Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!