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 night...in my heart
   It is moon...in 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 night...in my heart
   It is moon...in 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 life...ETERNAL!