Blood Covered Moon of Varcolaci

Deathlike, eyes sunken into pits of shadow yet a reflecting fire Flesh pale, necrotic turns a flushed red yearning for life Upon a thread, woven by Moroii in moonlight I lay myself in tomb-sleep A thread woven in the astral plane, a guide back to the flesh Varcolaci, a cult long hidden in shadows, Forgotten by time drink deep upon the lunar rays I rise from my body in a trance where my senses go in-between worlds Between the living and the dead do I hunger and go into the night sky The witch spins at midnight this astral thread, giving me passage into my body The rays of the moon call me, nourish and strengthen me Varcolaci, of wolf coats adorned upon undead spirit do I rise Through the windows the sleeping bleed life into my shadow-black As dragons and wolf-shape to devour the moon and sun at noon A beast with many mouths, biting hungrily at the ghastly light so beautiful Deathlike, my spirit-flesh takes many shapes, a chalice of life from the moon. In-between this world and the dead do I haunt, I drink the sacrament of Luna. Varcolaci, a cult long hidden in shadows, Forgotten by time drink deep upon the lunar rays I rise from my body in a trance where my senses go in-between worlds Between the living and the dead do I hunger and go into the night sky