The Night of the Long Fangs - Demo Version

This sleeping village
This dark, cold, damp tomb
Vampiric Hunger
Sanguine fixation
Hiding the bodies
And draining their blood

Hide in your towers
Bar the city gates
Summon the White Wolf
His sum paid in gold
Prefaced with potions
With steel blade in hand
He descends to the crypt
To vanquish our beast

Dubhenn haern am glândeal, morc'h am fhean aiesin

And in the morning
A red sun will rise
Hallowed ground bloodied
The monster defeated
Vampire's head in his hands
Va Fáill, Gwynbleidd