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...