Letras
Rich tapestries of anguish
Painted lilac by the moon
Liche motes of dust carouse about
Their silent, violent scenes of doom
This perilous fort perched on a crag
In forested mountain gloom
Flickers with light, the candles drag
Midnight will be here soon
By their eerie glow
The windows leer on a vast horizon
The fallen snow below is lying still
My soul burns cold
Wolves advance on the frozen courtyard
Their yearning fold cry out for blood to spill
I walk these jagged battlements that call to foreign shores
Majestic in death, I grieve no stolen breath
Just whet eternal appetites
With the squirming of all life-affirming flesh
Hunger must be fed
Evening has come undressed
And blessed with her delicacies
I now confess, I am possessed
The night runs cavalcade fast past this masquerade
Whispered wings and twisted veins
Amidst the pain
And the mist, it hangs with the kiss of dying
Buried in the throats of prey
Fog-ridden, eyes aflame
We shun the light of day
Exalt, Ex Sanguine Draculae
Ex Sanguine Draculae
Not a phantom haunting graves, I'm a curse supreme
Imperious to all save for my brides
Those most beauteous of graces, Furies, Gorgon sisters three
I feel the weight of ages in their unreflective eyes
Siren wiles beguile all sin and mystery
Born sworn selenophiles
To high tidal, never idle lunacies
Drink deep and we shall see
Our thirst is quenched, the furnace yearns
The dark unfurls its charms
Midnight ignites, the sight returns
The world curls in our outstretched palms
Sharply nailed
Beasts obeisant, spells so ancient
Feast lycanthropy
These gifts persist where devils kiss
Where angels fear to dare the bliss
And love and death clasp tight indeterminably