THE LORD OF THE MANOR






In a manor stately sitting, manor built of wood and stone
In the mountains of Carpathia, lie remains of flesh and bone
In the halls of darkness where the evil grows

Wakened by the call of hunger, hunger for the drink of life
Feeds upon a maiden fairest, takes the maiden not for wife
In the halls of darkness where the crimson flows

One lord to rule them all, one lord depraves them
One lord exerts his will, one lord enslaves them
In the halls of darkness where the evil grows

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