Krolok - Count Von Krolock lyrics

Funeral winds blow through the snowy land Frost bites under the skin and blood coagulates in the veins Somewhere in the distance, howling of wolves is to be heard Children of the night are lurking in their sites A landscape so mysterious and magical, Decrepit by misery and fright Where the old count survives deep in the mountains During cold and long nights Inside his dwelling he remembers that day When the moon is full and casts its light Then all around they know That each year The ball of vampires invites its guests to a feast