Strigoi Diabolicum Lyrics

My blood is burning, my skin is aflame.
I feel the hungry moon rise in its splendour, once again.
The snow lies solemn on this grave filled earth,
the lonesome church bell resounds.
The reek of death lies thick in the air.
The funeral pyres are lit to bring darkness to bear.

The winter fog surrounds me,
On this bleak December night.
The winter moon enthrals me,
Possessed by lunar might.
I am the cursed one, forever scorned.
I am the wretched one, but never mourned.

In the grip of night-bound madness, I stalk through wood and mire,
Beneath the cloak of darkness, forgotten paths my shrine.
I bear the robe of human form, yet more akin to beasts,
who plagued the Earth in centuries, now lost, but never ceased.
The studded vaults of heaven, reflect within mine eyes,
these old dead worlds a treasure trove, untouchable, and never mine.
I am the scourge of woman-kind, the bastard son of god.
My claws sink deep into the soil, my jaws sink on human throats.

I am the vague shadow of death.
The howling wind that bespeaks the coming of nocturnal terrors.
Sanguine my jaws, black my coat, putrid my breath.

The winter mist enrobes me,
on this cold December night.
The winter moon enthralls me,
possessed by lunar might.
I am the cursed one, forever scorned.
I am the wretched one, but never mourned.

Through this realm of blessed torment, I am the one divine.
The saviour and devourer, the crushing grip of time.
Dead faces stare in reverence, their faith in God dissolved.
Wide eyed unholy death stare, I am the fear that comes to life.

The gravestones turned upside down.
My cries shall chill the blood and snuff out the light.