Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Chaotica - The Essence Of The Underworld

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 in the cold of this night 
Old grey wolf lying upon my foots 
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 teeths, 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 bursted from her lips 
Pity that she had to die 
But how 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 mountainous landscape 
Like blood from thorned open arteries 
Poison flows down the tongue 
Somewhere far away a howling can be heard 
Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania ! 
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain 
Blood is life... ETERNAL !