Throne Of Dark Immortals - Theatres Des Vampires

Resignedly beneath a dark sky

the melancholy waters lie

so blend the turrets and shadow there

while froma proud tower in the death looks down!

There open fanes and gaping grave the death has reared himself a throne

in a strange city lying alone far down within the dim forest…

Mistaken demon of heaven thy joys are tears

ask the blind worm the secret of the grave and why her spires love to curl

around the bones of death and the will of the dark immortals

Expanded.the sound of a trumpet

the heavensawaoke, and vast clouds of blood

roll’d round the dim rock of the castle

In his hills of storm’d snow, in his mountains of hail and ice

voices of terror are heard like thunder of autumn…

when the cloud ablze over harvest