The Serpent Undead

The rain crashes, raging cloudburst lacerates the soil
Infernal storm in the night of Snagov
Beneath the monastery ancient evil is awaken
The stench of death rises high above
No more resting in peace, half alive waiting to seize
The chase has begun to slay the sheep of god

The hollow of the hand is reaching through the veil of rain
Towards the black sky draped by clouds
There are no limits as the evil rises from the grave
The ghostly slayer is here
No more resting in peace, half alive waiting to seize
The chase has begun to slay the sheep of god

Red eyes stalking in the shadows, teeth ready to strike
An archair desire to crush the artery of the priest
Devour the gush from the white-cloaked servant
Enjoy the kill, giving him a new better life

Rule with fear and terror in the grim Carpathian Mountains
The order of the dragon is alive again
Peasants, monks and nobles live in fear and will obey
Their new master with eternal life
No more resting in peace, half alive waiting to seize
Every single one of them will be butchered and reborn

Wolves howl for the glory of inhuman tyrant
Sickening beasts as servants he sits on the throne
"Drink their blood and eat their rotting flesh, feast my children
Hail my glory"
No more resting in peace, half alive waiting to seize
Awaken and immortal

Decapitated undead corpses devastating, hail The Serpent
Burn their houses, end their lives, devastate, hail The Serpent
Master rises from the void, all hail the glory of the dead