Preludium - Theatres Des Vampires

«Of the primeval priest’s assum’d power

When eternals spurn’d back his religion

And gave him a place in the north

Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary

Eternals!

I hear your call gladly

Dictate swift winged words, and fear not

To unfold your dark vision of torment."

Impia tortorum longos his turba furores sanguinis innocui non satiata, aluit.

Sospite nuin

Patria, fracto nuin funeris antro, mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque tenent