Impaler count's return

Standing under the spell of the fullmoon
Your soul is blessed with eternal life
...and you fell the ancient spirit
passing through... your soul,

Like a son of nightmarish dream, of the abyss
You are the eternal slave, of temptation and blood,
In your veins you fell the unrestrained infernal power,
In your damned heart you cary all the sins of humanity
Neither the cross can cause damage... In your evil soul.

Son of moonlight, prince of wolves
Pride of bloodfreezing Transylvania,
...be always the enemy of light.