I am the fear of these woods.
A filthy grave is not a prison for me.
Awaken after day's sleep
I inhale the wind which caressed
The summits of Carpathians.

I am coming! I, the master of the hounting!
Bad premonitions
Foreshadow my arrival.

Gaze into teh abyss of my eyes
Without pupils,
You will read the truth there:
The hunger breeds suffering,
The hunger strangles your throat
/but/ the hunger gives strenth.

Silently I arrive,
Like a peaceful dream, with a bite
I give the blessing
Vampiric possession.

Next breath give the scent
Of red drink of immortality
So spirits of cruelty
Give me wings!