Frozen Thorns

Thy old vampirisms fullmoon
In the call
To thy diabolical one
Of eternal damnation

In the times of profanation
The nocturnal graves
Are calling again and again
Blood and eternal vampirism
Forgotten in the old cemetery
A realm of coiled blood
A dream to slaughter nuns
And to posses shadows

Funeral thorns arise
Giving birth
To thy old vampiric fullmoon
To thy diabolical mist of damnation