| «Prietene, nu te du acolo — este sălaşul păsării morții…»
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| Eastern bound to far Carpathia, how the rain it stings my skin
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| Brandy’s fire and thoughts of hometown fail to quell unrest within
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| Mile on mile the coach wheels clatter, destination looms in sight
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| Orlok’s castle ramparts tower through the blackened veil of night
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| Soft, in the stark lit dreaming dark, the nightmare comes to me
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| The curse to begin, blood anointing the skin, with the kiss of infinity
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| Heart’s race, pulse chase — the price of greed is my humanity
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| My lost mortality
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| From the vein, life’s source behold
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| Welcome, death — let life unfold
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| Mortified, have I become a victim of this barren place?
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| Rank and stale, my heart hangs heavy, severed from love’s embrace
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| Iron-bound caskets fall around me, kill what hope that I have left
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| Thus revealed before me lies The Bird of Death…
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| I stand alone in the gloom of the undead’s tomb, my dread is quickening
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| Here as I seek where the sleepless creep, in the silence sickening
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| If I wait — too late! |
| I must return — fate is calling me
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| My fear is stalling me
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| From the vein, let blood be drawn
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| Welcome child of bloodless spawn
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| What is this God forsaken thing which walks among us?
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| And in silence of her room, a silent stranger stands in thrall
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| Fatal the dart of the pure in heart — the face of destiny
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| By fickle fate beguiled, as thrice on thrice unheeded cockerel calls
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| The kiss to begin, blood anointing the skin with the curse of infinity
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| The light consumes his flesh, binding life and death as one… |