Strigoi Diabolicum

My blood is burning, my skin is aflame
I feel the hungry Moon rise in its splendour, once again
The snow lies solemn on this grave filled earth
The lonesome church bell resounds
The reek of death lies thick in the air
The funeral pyres are lit to bring darkness to bear

The winter fog surrounds me
On this bleak December night
The winter Moon enthrals me
Possessed by lunar might
I am the cursed one, forever scorned
I am the wretched one, but never mourned
In the grip of night-bound madness, I stalk through wood and mire
Beneath the cloak of darkness, forgotten paths my shrine
I bear the robe of human form, yet more akin to beasts
Who plagued the Earth in centuries, now lost, but never ceased
The studded vaults of heaven, reflect within mine eyes
These old dead worlds a treasure trove, untouchable, and never mine
I am the scourge of woman-kind, the bastard son of God
My claws sink deep into the soil, my jaws sink on human throats

I am the vague shadow of death
The howling wind that bespeaks the coming of nocturnal terrors
Sanguine my jaws, black my coat, putrid my breath

The winter mist enrobes me
On this cold December night
The winter Moon enthralls me
Possessed by lunar might
I am the cursed one, forever scorned
I am the wretched one, but never mourned

Through this realm of blessed torment, I am the one divine
The saviour and devourer, the crushing grip of time
Dead faces stare in reverence, their faith in God dissolved
Wide eyed unholy death stare, I am the fear that comes to life

The gravestones turned upside down
My cries shall chill the blood and snuff out the light