Текст песни Vulture - Realm Of The Impaler

Оригинальный текст песни Realm Of The Impaler

Ashen moonlight strikes withered lands
A forlorn fortress ruled by his commands
Ascend from blighted towers faceless one
Pierced bodies hemming stone walls heavy manned
His name a curse, his tongue a whip
Soon your soul falls under a shadows grip down in
Transylvania, the call of Dracula
Transylvania, realm of the impaler
The sword of Damocles divides the sun
A crusade of unseen horrors has begun
The sands of time are running through his hands
Blood will fill the moats once victory is won
His name a curse, his tongue a whip
Soon your soul falls under a shadows grip down in
Transylvania, the call of Dracula
Transylvania, realm of the impaler
Down in
Transylvania, the call of Dracula
Transylvania, realm of the impaler
Upon the hill a deadly toll
Your fate is sealed, becomes a whole
Entrails ripping, flesh torn from bone
Just another body, no name in stone