.Breathing the fog that is rising from the depths of Carpathian tombs
In the middle of this evil land, in Transylvania's very womb
Tought to bring tragedy to everyone I see
Born under a bad moon, I was raised by Misery
And all the beauty I must kill
And all the love I must hate
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