Paroles de Transylvania

Breathing the fog that is rising from the depths of Carpathian tombs In the middle of this evil land, in Transylvania's very womb Tought to bring tragedy to everyone I see Born under a bad moon, I was raised by Misery And all the beauty I must kill And all the love I must hate And all the pain I must adore Drinking the blood that is pouring from that sweet, milkwhite neck Deep inside I may be crying, but it's nothing I will regret Another one I've cursed to forever walk alone Another one like me, with a heart as cold as stone And all honour I must deceive And all joy I must destroy And all life I must end