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The winds wail through the Carpathian spires

Whispering secrets of ages entombed

The blood of the past runs through the stones

The soil awakens, thirsting once more

From the ruins of forsaken castles

From the deep vaults where the elders slumbered

Transylvania rises

Once a myth

now a kingdom reborn

No light, no mercy

no mortal defiance

The forests breathe with spectral voices

The rivers run black with the gift of the vein

The gift of blood

For the pure

For the pure

For the pure

The gift of blood

to reborn

Raise from Hell

The wolves bow to the crown of the night

The winds carry the hymns of conquest

Human flesh the offering of a dying breed

Kneel before the Lord

of the Crimson Throne

The Crimson Throne

No more whispers in the dark

No more exile in the tomb

Transylvania ascends

unchallenged

The reign of blood

begins