Occulto Mortualia The Curse of the Upir

As the darkness veils the sky The wind carries a dreadful cry As he awakens from his slumber The night lightened by a thunder Beneath the ancient castle ruins From the realm of dark dreams The terror crawls from the cold soil Evil hunger makes his blood boil From the shadow of the Carpathian forests On Black wings of terror and nightmares He brings with him death and fears The humans shed desperate tears In this forgotten, superstitious land Where religion has the upper hand People kneel to their vain prayer But no god will save or help them The Upir will have a bloody feast tonight With magick he holds them in his might The cold claws embrace his victims Sharp fangs end their mortal dreams Blood is life and his life is death Neither alive nor is he dead Cursed in eternity this morbid soul Doomed to forever haunt is this ghoul Before the cock crows he must return To spend the day in his dark tomb The mort