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...