Blood Hunt

Urgehal

The coffins are closed
 When the daylight shines
 On the freezing stones
 Of this castle

 The coffins lie deep
 Into the Crypts
 Of it's darkest halls
 Past dungeons and narrow walls

 This is the home 
 Of the majestic counts

 Many milleniums
 They have lived with immortality
 Streaming in their veins

 Feeding on human blood
 As a source 
 To their delightful existence and beauty

 Feared as the plague
 Their wings across the land 
 And sets of into the night

 Searching for a victim 
 Rich of precious blood

 Blood Hunt

 ...the coffins are opened...