Carfax Abbey / Unchained
(I am a beast. I feed on the muscles and organs of man
I drink the blood of man
There is no quenching my thirst
I will eat until blood rains down from the sky
And covers me
Head to toe)
The Demeter is docking shortly
No crew to bring her to shore
“The wretched whores feed on me
My Wilhelmina Murray keeps me alive”
For her tender flesh, I strive
Eternal loves grows sweeter
“Unholy filth, she’s my bride!
Yours fucking died!”
Into the river of tears her body plummets
“Escape Carpathian summits”
As Lucy’s blood fills my stomach
The witch didn’t warn you with hocus and pocus
Of bystanders strayed to their doom?
“The brave touched his highness, turned bitchers and whiners”
Brought Hell to their doors and still you ventured blindly in! Ha!
They thought they could take us
Make rules and they break them
Still, futile, they’re questing for more
They treat us with kindness; they wine us and dine us
Their trinkets deceived them, Carpathia crumbles in time
“And the choir sings in the symphony of the night
Floating on wings across vast indigo skies
All I want is to make it home to the comfort of my woman’s arms
All I want is to see her face once more before I’m gone”
But the choir sings in the symphony of the night
“I’m scaling the surface, descending so slow
The ground is getting closer the further I go
May God catch my footing upon this loose stone
And reclaim the Anti-Christ’s throne”
I’ll be reborn into this tragic life
And counter-preach His word
The pervert fourth to His third trinity
“Just a stately, straight-forward man, words never slurred”
As the wolf kills to feed itself, I cull the herd
His flesh and His blood are poison to me, “As they are Mina!”
They’re carved on her face: the scars of deceit
“Through blue flames, I backtrack”
Unfathomed hate snaps my heartstrings
“Their trinkets abandoned me miles from home
His immortal visage drapes my collarbones
The sluts’ wounds are burning but inches apart”
I accept His hate into my heart
The sun is setting one last time; No end of night in sight
Inside, my hunger eternally growls
Till the dead Russian strapped to the helm brings me to port
I’ll rest in the earth dug without ‘Vania’s bowels and transform
