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