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For The Dead Travel Fast
07:51
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My friend, welcome to The Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. At The Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and bring you to me. I trust you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land. Your friend, Dracula.
Die, Victoria’s century
Zenith of Empire
Smog envelops London
Shrouds the gas lamp’s fire
Irving in the theatre
Ripper in the throng
Dreams in the Lyceum
Weave this gothic song
Enter the East, Man of the West
London solicitor, new business to address
A count obscure and unreknowned
Upon the map his ancient castle isn’t found
The Danube crossed, the mountains rise;
Enter the land beyond the forest
Night, woke from disquieting dreams
Howls, the cries disturb my sleep
Brace, forget these childish thoughts
This appointment I must keep
Onwards, for advancement’s sake
Onwards, through this land of beauty
Onwards, for your Mina’s sake
Onwards, with a sense of duty
Through regions wild the train rolls on
Among the Magyar and the Szekely and the Hun
A fear, abstract – Walpurgisnacht?
These locals, wrought in superstition
Why do they withhold advice?
Cross themselves, avert their eyes?
The barkeep’s wife, with fear transfixed
Thrust on me her crucifix
Wear this for your mother’s sake
Wear this on the road you’re taking
Wear this for your mother’s sake
Go now, for your coach is waiting
Trees pour down the hillside
Beauty in the bleak
Rise, the seat of Isten
Dusk on mountain peak
Shepherding the darkness
Twilight growing cold
Strangers growing fearful
Nigh, the mountain road
The coachman halts, all stare around
As snowflakes fall without a sound
The horses plunge, now screams of fright
A carriage, black, out of the night
With strength and skill prodigious, the carriage driver
On through the darkling forest, into the mist
Strange fires guide the carriage, a pale rider
Races the Borgo Pass
Strange words, gesticulations, remarks remembered
Their garbled pagan nonsense, I once dismissed
Their wards and incantations, terrors engendered
For the dead travel fast
Denn die toten reiten schnell
Denn die toten reiten schnell
Feeling the fear and the wonder
Am I still in the land of the living?
Yet, before I can venture a question,
We are moving, and the castle awaits
For the dead travel fast, now I know this:
There is meaning in folk superstition
Though now fearful I question this venture,
It is over and the castle awaits.
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2. |
Transylvanian Ways
06:48
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Welcome, I bid you welcome
Enter, for the night is chill
Come freely, I am Dracula
Enter of your own free will
Ancient, the old man before me
Standing alone in the hall
Frozen, like marble, his bearing
But shadows dance macabre on the wall
A table set and waiting
Carafe of vintage wine
Though he declines to join me
He watches as I dine
Listen! The children of the night!
Listen! What music they make!
Stirring the soul of the hunter
Rest now, for the hour is late
I roam his halls in daylight
Again, my reason rocked
No sign of host, nor servant
His chambers, barred and locked
Shaving alone in my mirror
Shattered, the glass cast to the floor
England (cut of the razor)
Is not Transylvania (Now, in his eyes, a crimson gaze)
Forgive me (there was no reflection)
Our ways are not yours (what are these Transylvanian ways?)
Again, we spoke till dawn
He bade me letters write
That I should stay on for a month
To guide him to his London life
His table strewn with books
Red circles on a map
His properties in London town
The ancient abbey shell Carfax
Now, from my tower room
Once more, the lupine call
Behold the crawling bat
The Count upon the wall!
His sanctum I shall find
A room I haven’t tried
Beckons this doubtful guest
A bed for one to rest
Slumber for time unknown
No longer I’m alone
Fresh footprints stir the must
Three shapes of moonlit dust
White flesh and wanton curves
Cold smiles and eyes that burn
Sharp mouths and scarlet lips
Paralysed, I await their kiss
Hot fury blasts the room
Behold The Count; visage of doom
How dare you? This man is mine!
I tell you, until I am done, this man is mine!
This man is mine!
Flee in failure from the crypt
Salvation, through my hands, has slipped
Born on wheels of gypsy slaves
Soon The Count will cross the waves
Wolf will howl and wind will moan
Through his halls I walk alone
Left to rot, insane with fright
Until the brides come out at night…
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3. |
Wreck In Whitby
05:03
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There’s something in the wind
Something in the wind
Can you feel it growing cold?
There’s something in the wind
Some say it smells like death
Some say it feels like sin
Make me ready when it comes
There’s something in the wind
There’s something on the tide
Something on the tide
Watchers gather on the cliffs
There’s something on the tide
As fog devours the pier
As lightening cracks the sky
Do you see her coming fast?
There’s something on the tide
Out from the sea, she makes for the town
Her mast with full sails, the ship bearing down
The harbour she gains and breaks on the sand
The wheel of the ship in a dead man’s hand
As soon as she touches the shoreline
As soon as she runs aground
The moment she hits the sand bank
Catch sight of the barghest hound
Bounds horribly over corpses
Leaps powerfully from the deck
Pitch black and a size so monstrous
Strange immigrant from the wreck
Where the Abbey looms from overhead
Where the waves crash in beneath
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Sad ruin upon the seafront
Torn sails and crates of earth
Odd records inside her logbook
Tall tales of the schooner's curse
Where the East Cliff grins with empty graves
Weathered stones like rotten teeth
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
Did you hear of the wreck in Whitby?
There’s something haunts the night
Something haunts the night
Do you feel it in the dark?
There’s something haunts the night
Some say it feels like death
Some say it shuns the light
Lock your doors and say a prayer
Something haunts the night
Mina!
Wake knowing something's wrong
Oh where has Lucy gone?
Drifts through the silent town
Now spectral in her gown
Cold moonlight on her shift
Sleepwalker on the cliff
A hundred and ninety nine steps
A hundred and ninety nine
A hundred and ninety nine steps
A hundred and ninety nine
Beyond the churchyard gate
Her figure and the shape
Red eyes in pallid face
Somnambulant embrace
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4. |
A New Kind Of Maniac
02:14
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Lovesick in lassitude (Dr. Jack!)
In the asylum, the wretched insane
Raving against the walls (Dr. Jack!)
Sanguine among them, a new kind of maniac
Doctors, they study me
Treatments, they bloody me
Here, with the laughter and strife
Bedsores and bleeding
And thin hair receding
He told me the blood is the life
Unique pathology (Dr. Jack!)
Method in madness, a purpose profane
Heightening zoophagia (Dr. Jack!)
Hell-bent, I study this new kind of maniac
Restrain and pacify
Bludgeon and beat as I
Feast on the spiders and flies
Feeding and feeding
Till death is receding
The master, he promised me lives
Master, he promised me lives
Master, he promised me
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5. |
Beautiful In Death
05:31
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Our dear one lies with wreathes around
And four brave hearts of pain
The garlic flowers and sleepless hours;
All suffering in vain
All suffering in vain…
By our love, our given blood
She’s beautiful in death
By confusion or illusion
Beautiful in death
And when we feared the end was near
All gathered at her side
We thought her dying when she slept
And sleeping when she died
And sleeping when she died…
By devotion and emotion
Beautiful in death
By our grief, our disbelief
She’s beautiful in death
Beautiful in death
Beautiful in death
During the past three days several cases have occurred of young children neglecting to return home from their playing on Hampstead Heath. In all reports, the consensus of their excuses is that they had been with ‘a bloofer lady'. We have just received intelligence that another child, missed last night, was discovered late this morning wandering on Shooter's Hill. Though weak and emaciated, the child again told the common story of being lured away by 'The
Bloofer Lady'. The police of the division, have been instructed to keep a sharp lookout on Hampstead Heath over the coming evenings, for many of the children, and indeed all those who have been missed at night, have been slightly torn or wounded in the throat.
Never did the bough creak
Never have the yew trees
Here embodied such funereal gloom
Something like a white streak
Flashing through the yew trees
Flits in the direction of her tomb
Now compelled; Helsing's bid
Wrenching off her coffin lid
Lucy walks, now undead
Beauty stalks in contempt of God
Hungry arms, wanton smile
Come to me, stay a while
Eyes unclean, crimson lips
Spattered shroud, teeth that drip with blood
By his hand, by something damned
She’s beautiful in death
By the stake, reconsecrate the
Beautiful in death
Hammer falling, rising
Bloody horror writhing
Only when it's done shall we depart
Still, she lies in beauty
Exorcised by duty
From the bottom of my broken heart
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6. |
Blood Of My Blood
05:03
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The powers of the undead come with the curse of immortality. The vampire does not die but goes on age after age, multiplying the evils of the world. He flourishes when he can fatten on the blood of the living. He casts no shadow, no reflection. He has the strength of many in his hand. He commands the elements, the storm the thunder, the fog. He commands the lesser beasts; the bat, the rat, the wolf. This is the terrible foe we must face; the terrible task we undertake. How then
are we to begin our strife to destroy him?
In certain matters, still, nature holds sway
His power ceases at coming of day
Now keep the crucifix close to your chest
Know when we're done he'll have no place to rest
For, due to Harker, we possess the facts
This very night we'll break into Carfax
Into his chapel, miasma corrupt
We'll sanctify all his boxes of dirt
Dare enter my halls?
We'll sterilise with the host and the cross
Rats, rats in the walls!
Share our resources and summon the dogs
In manus tuas, Domine!
Now, to avenge our beloved
We cannot pity the hunted
As Mina dreams of mist inside
The gas fires seem to wink as eyes…
Wild yell heard from the cell (Dr. Jack!)
Face down we found him, trauma of the brain
Terrible injuries (Dr. Jack…)
Hang on his last words, unfortunate maniac
Kindness she spoke to me
Now he has broken me
Crushed like the spiders and flies
Bleeding & bleeding
All life is receeding
Master, you promised me lies
Master, you promised me lies
Master, you promised me lies
At Mina's chamber we shoulder the door
Enter the room to a sight we abhor
Behold The Count and the one we love best
Mouth dripping red from the wound in his chest
In rage, he vanishes in the air
So leaving Mina in Bloody despair
Woman of virtue, her soul now unclean
She realises the truth in her dream
O'er land, over sea
The reeking breath and the lips on my throat
So, you'll come to me
Him speaking only to mocking gloat
In manus tuas, Domine!
Blood of my blood, their beloved
Blood of my blood, my beloved
Blood of my blood, their beloved
Blood of my blood, my beloved
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7. |
Race Against The Sun
07:49
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How to take so great a curse?
Beloved, of her Lord bereft
A baptism of blood, perverse
We cannot die or think of death
Mark of the host upon her face
No time we have to waste
Renew our oaths through blood and tears
The Count still has his boxes near
A Picadilly street
A grim and silent home
Still, a single box is missed
Our wild work isn't done
You think to thwart my will
But time is on my side
My revenge has just begun
The girls you love are mine
Cast in shadow, Crew of Light
God preserve The Crew of Light
From Mina's words, our hope reborn
Out of hypnotic dreams at dawn
So dark like death and locked inside
The water sounding close outside
Time now is for us to dread
And the signs in Mina's face
On board the Czarina Catherine
The Count seeks to make escape
He'll sleep another century
Then return from whence he came
Make haste to the port of Varna
So begins our deadly game
There's something in the wind
Something speeds him on
Can you feel him in the dark
Just a step beyond
There's something in her mind
Mina seems to change
Can you see her growing cold
Beloved growing strange
Sally forth, The Crew of Light
God preserve The Crew of Light
For love we ride
And we race against the sun
Oh Lord, abide
As we race against the sun
Land or water, so go we
Winchesters to wolf country
Gurkha knife and western gun
Wild work waiting to be done
Mina sleeps like death all day
Night falls then she's wide awake
Growing cold and growing fear
Feeling that an end is near
Flying the flag of Romania
Feeling the life of adventure
Over and through The Carpathians
Riding onward and the castle awaits
For we must travel fast and we ride thus
In a world of the dark and the dreadful
Voices of night all around us
They surround us and the castle awaits
As the fire begins to die
Freezing sweeps of snow do fly
Women laughing in the dusk
Sister, sister, come with us!
Through the flurries hear them sing
Bless the circle, stay within
Horror etched on Mina's face
Not yet, sisters, God be praised
Lying inert in their vampire sleep
So full of life that my soul could weep
'Ere I delay till the sunlight's gone
Master the purpose for which I've come
Terrible task that I now begin
Fastening onto my work of butchery
Horrible shrieks as the stakes drive in
Blood mingling in the dust of centuries
Greater than the rest, a lordly tomb
Noble in its grandeur in the gloom
Carven for a king in his domain
On the dais lies a single name…
Do you see them driving?
They bear down on the gate
Born upon the gypsy cart
The Count within the crate
Do you see the riders?
The strident silhouette
In headlong bridle-tearing flight
They ride to catch him yet
Heroes?
God knows
As we race against the sun
Twilight
In flight
As we race against the sun
Through the biting ring of death, we drive
On the earth box of The Count, we dive
Take the hateful triumph from his eyes
Final death is flashing in our knives
Lo! Upon his face, a look of peace
Dust on wind, he flies, at last, release
Silence o'er his broken battlements
Emptily, we mourn our fallen friends
So, we made this end…
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Dethonator England, UK
Heavy Metal, Melodic Metal.
Est. 2009
Sounds like Rob Halford flying a Spitfire made of Maiden t-shirts to a Metallica concert.
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