Blood Hunt — Urgehal

The coffins are closed When the daylight shines On the freezing stones Of this castle

The coffins lie deep Into the Crypts Of it's darkest halls Past dungeons and narrow walls

This is the home Of the majestic counts

Many milleniums They have lived with immortality Streaming in their veins

Feeding on human blood As a source To their delightful existence and beauty

Feared as the plague Their wings across the land And sets of into the night

Searching for a victim Rich of precious blood

Blood Hunt

...the coffins are opened...