In the realm of darkness,
a hunter takes his stand
Where shadows hold their sway,
rises the heir of the Belmont clan
He walks where angels fear to tread
with valor blazing eye to eye with Death
Through haunted castles and a starless sky
prepared to embrace fate's final sigh
With strength and honor
he'll defeat the night,
Bring the remains of Dracula
from darkness to the light....
With a love that burns eternal,
like a spell within a spell,
He fights to save his desire,
rescue her from the depths of hell.
Beneath the crimson moonlight
standing on this haunted, hallowed ground.
Facing the Lord of Malevolence,
destiny in darkness, forever bound.
In the dark of the night with his whip ablaze
He fights through the evil's haze
With strength and honor
he'll defeat the night,
Bring the remains of Dracula
from darkness to the light....
But true evil never dies,
it bides it's time
in the absence of light...
Inside our souls
the darkness can't be denied...
And so the cycle begins anew,
A dance of shadows in a world askew.
Another Belmont, another way,
To end the darkness, come what may.
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This album is incredible. A perfect embodiment of those northern winds piercing you to the heart. I'm convinced these riffs could move glaciers. 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔰 ॐ 𝔄𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰
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De l'importance du titre ou Comment une juxtaposition de mots savamment choisis permettra à l'auditeur attentif de repérer chez Old Nick une transition vers un cadre spatio-temporel plus proche de l'ère victorienne gothique, confirmée par les clavecins et cuivres au synthé, mais aussi de parodier le contexte susmentionné, parodie amplifiée par un raw black metal chaotique : un essai au sujet de T.N.O.T.A.A.T.P.B.T.Q.A.S.F.A.B.O.O.T.D.O.S.S.T.T.E.V.H.S mené par Sir Jordan Vauvert en l'an 2024. Jordan Vauvert
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I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli