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