A Vespertine Legacy

Words: Andy Bower - Kevface ower) "Prietene, nu te du acolo - este sălaşul păsării morții... " Eastern bound to far Carpathia, how the rain it stings my skin Brandy's fire and thoughts of hometown fail to quell unrest within Mile on mile the coach wheels clatter, destination looms in sight Orlok's race, pulse chase - the price of greed is my humanity My Lost Mortality From the vein, life's source behold Welcome, death - let life unfold Mortified, have I become a victim of this barren place? Rank and stale, my heart hangs heavy, severed from love's embrace Iron-bound caskets fall around me, kill what hope that I have left Thus revealed before me lies The Birth of Death... I stand alone in the gloom of the undead's tomb, my dread is quickening Here as I seek where the sleepless creep, in the silence sickening If I wait - too late! I must return - fate is calling me My fear is stalling me From the vein, let the blood be drawn Welcome child of bloodless spawn What is this God forsaken thing which walks amongst us? (Guitar solo: Andy Sneap) And in the silence of her room, a silent stranger stands in thrall Fatal the dart of the pure I'm heart - the face of destiny By fickle fate beguiled, as thrice on thrice unheeded cockerel calls The kiss to begin, blood anointing the skin with the curse of infinity The Light consumes his flesh, binding life and death as one...