O'er the spear tip of the mountains
Doth my voice fall 'pon Wallachia,
Deaf be the ears who swallow the fountains,
Filled by the elixir of Aorta
Mourned was my heart that suffered the stinging
Of this façade of love,
The taste of Eros' potion eternally lingers
As I beg to ascend the night above.

Why dost my heart wring in lethargic knots
My destiny undone
'Neath cadaverian rots.
How deceased and damning this love in the air,
Like a scar-ridden Venus
Tainted by despair.

It is I, the diademed and ruling shadow
Erebus robed in draconian strife,
May Sol shine naught 'pon thy hopeless loves.

Tenebrous forever be my eternal wander
Stripped starless like Nox's skies,
Like Frumoasa Adormita in vampyric slumber
Who once wedded love just to kiss demise.

"Serpents wept as Venus slept, departed was her soul.
Poets mused as evil rused to devour her bodice whole."

How Wallachia laments like a fallen skylark,
Fornicated fury entwined in her grave
Famished was her passion that cuts like a glaive.

Jewelled were the stars Nox's dominion
For the soul of Venus veneered
Joining Adonis in Anemone reunion,
As mortal poets sang in solemn leers.

Femei entranced in a midsummer dance, honoring their nocturnal decree
Love's death enhanced my purpose's chance, and slowly invigorates me.

How Wallachia enveloped the strigoi call,
Raging storms flashing forked lightning alight
Of castles harboring a masturbating coven's rite.

I am the Count here
Where blood-parched masses envoy my cruelty
Love's soul abandoned in death leaving me, deceived
To bear the blood of my maker and witness my bloodline's long decease.

What spellbound Usher would thrive in the name of Venus,
Where only the pains of loss and hatred reciprocated
To cover true efforts' cost?

Should this be my sybil for resuming my quest for love,
Then I'd rather attend onto myself the frigid house of Death
Through Hemlock's venomous lips.

I am now blessed by blood for nocternity.

Tenebrous forever be my eternal wander
Stripped starless like Nox's skies
Like Frumoasa Adormita in vampyric slumber
Who once wedded love just kiss demise.

"Serpents wept as Venus slept, departed was her soul.
Poets mused as evil rused to devour her bodice whole."

How Wallachia laments like ill-fated Lyudmila
Zombified was her flesh as I brought upon her Castle Death's wintered walls.
Turreted gargoyles watch her approach
And bid her entrance down the Reaper's Halls.

O'er the spear tip of the mountains
Doth my voice fall 'pon Carpathia,
Deaf be the ears who swallow the fountains,
Filled by the elixir of Aorta
Mourned was my heart that suffered the stinging
Of this façade of love,
The taste of Eros' potion eternally lingers
As I beg to ascend the night above.