(Music by Nergal, lyrics by Tomas Krajewski)

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 the cold of this night
Old grey wolf lying upon my feet
Is licking the hand of mine

It is nightin my heart
It is moonin 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 teethes, 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 burst from her lips
Pity that she had to die
but how sweet was her neck

It is nightin my heart
It is moonin my eyes
I am hidden in a fog
My own breath

Sometimes only my anthem of triumph
Echoes in mountains landscape
Like blood from thorn opened arteries
Poison flows down the tongue
Somewhere far away a howling can be heard
Oh, how beautiful is the night in Transylvania!

Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain
Blood is lifeETERNAL!