Slained Upon The Throne(Of Transylvania)

The Punnishment for dishonor our lord draculas bealives is the cold bloody death of dreams...

the moon upon the sky like a white heaven body shine the bran castle up at night
the servents disires of hes christian bealives
to show the faith of hes lord he swept the bible onto hes arms
start to work when he saw a deaom pray in the eoom next side of the hall
like the christian he was he started to read out of hes bible

when vlad saw he read the final words
just the punnishment of death could save him from the dark lords hands

Sufficating, not able to breathe.
Burning doors caused by the grief
seeking its' end amongst the seams.
Inscisioned flesh, forbidden dreams.
Who wants to share their life?
Precious blood from the veins of christ.
One sip would grace her thrive
of thirst to fill the emptied wells, so dry

Rebirth, a definition of eternal death coming again.
The countless prayers, yelled out in vain, will never reach salvation.
Crosses up-side-down.'

Burning and scorching, forever and ever.
Destroying the churches, dissecting deep wounds.
Embedding the urges, please followe me
into my nocturnal tomb.

Though glory and purity did not affect his fate
of ignorance, a certainty, hiding itself.
Hundreds of vicitms hanging, free from the wanting of pelf
a whisper from eternity, the playing of words, tortured by hate.
The dimness, darkening all that bear the quality of being luminous
soon reaching the grounds still downtrodden by the sun.
The lords indulgement, his dying needs, make reason to fear.
Cause of bleeding being sure, two holes in neck. His blood will scorn.

In free moonlight we dance, we can take you far away.
Darkness can keep you and it's worthless to pray.
god have never helped you so why would he now.
this is the day u are choosen to die

See the world with eyes unclouded
In this day..

You were slained upon the throne of transylvania.