Carpathian Tales: Countess Bathory [M/L: Jevo] Born in Transylvannya In the frozen Carpathian lands Countess Elisabeth I Surrender my soul for you Your
Carpathian Tales: Vlad The Impaler [M/L: Jevo] Son Of Dragon, Prince of terror, Known as Draculea Ruler Of Wallachia, Vlad The Impaler, you're the law
[R.Nattefrost '94] Deep red, Face soaked in blood. Black shining leather. I fuck you up in sadistic intent. Whore I plunge into the wastelands of my
Overhead the thunder cracked and roared And when it ceased the deathlike silence Chilled my marrow and bones The need to feel dead was killing him Like
Three times the eclipse Before she lays her soul to rest Channelling the darkness of many nights All this was once her dream See and feel The blackened
The trail I walk is haunted By his blinding light Somewhere Down there For eternities undefeated Unwanted Untouched The evil incarnate The cloak of
Why don't you kill yourself! Slit your wrists. Slit the right one now the left. As a symbol for our end. Hang yourself in the stairs. Throw yourself
A spirit rose from the earth Slowly leaving... Their candle-flame lonely, and so needing Like dust in the night the prayers rise Under the sick image
of finality From the sky they came As written in biblical times The vision of the destruction fo earth The future is dark and violent Carpathian Forest
An evil face The eyes so cold The dark labyrinth of the human mind Key to a kingdom A world of bones New revelation, anger is the fuel I am a sinner
In the night the forest lies cold Longing for the north wind to return Hear the sad whisper of the wind Blackened clouds cover the crescent moon Evil
[J. Nordavind '96] A cold sharpened blade plunge through the skin. Death triumphant. Death the king Blood on my hands. Blood on my lips I took the frail
[J. Nordavind '94] Whipped and pierced, you disbehave. Underneath the whip to soothe the beast Burn a candle from my soul, for I will never do the same
Centuries have strengthened his soul He knows the winds He knows the woods and the trees Firmly held by the strongest chains He's waiting for the nightfall
[J. Nordavind '92] The night is cold and brilliantly clear. Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains rose into the dome of the darkened skies. Jagged
[Music by Nordavind '91] Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-.... While
He lives in a old house on the hill This elderly man of dark secrets Haunted by the memories decades ago Which shaped this man throughout his life The
The cold hands were yours The stiff face was yours But you were not there The eyes were yours, but they were closed And would not open The rays of the
