1. INTRO / VAMPIRE CIRCUS

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2. COBWEBBED AND DECAYED

The chimes of mourning
Remind you that you're dead
Rotting away slowly
Into the ground you walk

Undead being
Zombified and decomposing
Cast out from existence
To forever crumble away

Cobwebbed and decayed
A shambling relic
Of putrid remains
Cobwebbed and decayed
Chewing on flesh
Will relieve your pain

From out of the
Mausoleum you lurk
Living off the victims
You hunt and prey
Foolish mortals roam
The cemetary at night
Now become your army
After receiving your bite !


3. CRIMSON DEATHSHROUD

Beheaded warlock from the past
Rising up from your dreadful coffin
From the seance you are reborn
Vengeful curse spreads across the land

Blooddrinking sorcerer from beyond
Nefarious deeds of the damned
Sacrifices for the medieval murderess
Black magic tales and stories of the macabre

Remove the silver cross to unleash hell
Waldemar shall live yet again
Countess Wandessa must be killed
Her evils sent back to the grave

Casket thrown into the lake
Hung out to burn in the sun
Thrust the stake into your own heart
The count crumbles to dust

From now on, you will be my faithfull servant
And soon your master will be my slave

Under the crimson deathshroud
Of horrors beyond the grave
Naschy lives forever …!


4. HOUSE WHERE THE BEAST DWELLS

You hear something in your cellar
Feral pacing, a decaying dweller
You count each step as he creeps up the stairs
You gasp in horror at what's standing there

Rotted facen teeth exposed
One eye dangling, a missing nose
Shredding skin hanging off bones
Face to face, you're all alone

House where the beast dwells !


5. COUNT ORLOFF HAS RISEN FROM THE GRAVE

At midnight under a full moon red as spilled blood,
Unto a cemetary moldering amidst deconsecration,
A mysterious cult of worshippers have assembled.
They would witness returned the horror of horrors …
The ghastly fiend of the charnel house … Orloff !
Hideous and grim, upon nightmares he verily feast !
Those aspiring devotees would revel in his name
And with perverse debaucheries, the ritual begins !

A funeral pall falls across the already black night.
And the bitter winds howl like restless phantoms.
It is then that Orloff arises from death's embrace,
Worms dripping from his long-ensanguined mouth.
But he eyes those before him with utter contempt.
There spurious modernity offends his macabre taste.
They then do shudder when he sneers upon them,
But swollen wineskins, waiting to be drained !

Dreadful count Orloff from his tomb rises …
The feeble horrors of the day he despises
Upon dilletantes and poseurs he shall feed
And spread black terror to fulfill his needs !


6. THRALL OF THE DEATH'S HEAD

Christopher Maitland, scholar of the morbid and macabre
A collector of darkest curiosity, his appetite insatiable
To him is ushered the unknown in strange white bone
The skull of that marquis, savage and hateful … De Sade !
Too familiar and affeared, Phillips offers a warning, but …
His desire for the unnatural thing descends into obsession
Marco, the sordid procurer, consumed by utter nightmare,
Maitland must possess the skull or will it possess him ?

Maitland's compulsion sated by horrors, the skull is his !
Although into his cabinet of dread curiosa is it committed,
At midnight, before black candles and pentagram it appears
He cannot resist the spell of that unholy charnel relic …
Phillips is sacrified whit Baalberith,
An offering to De Sade !
Ravenous, the skull would
Then see ravaged his sleeping bride
With Blackbeard's dagger,
Maintland defies the loathsome thing
But the accused death's head flies out to drag him to hell !

From out of cruelty and perversion, the skull calls
Hungry for the lurid forbidden, the skull calls
Lusting for blackest murder, the skull calls
In the name of sadism … the skull calls !


7. NINE ETERNITIES IN DOOM

Dr. Phibes back from the dead for revenge
With nine diabolical curses he will kill !

Bees, rats, beasts, blood
Frogs, hail, locusts, darkness … death !

Biblical plagues blanket the victims
Dr. Phibes plays his organ in victory !


8. PARALYZED ENTITIES

Spirits of the damned, assemble on this nightmares
Apparitions among the graveyard skies
Fiendish souls who brought death in life
Their emanations reek of sin

Paralyzed entities
frozen evilis hell on earth
Paralyzed entities
Contain ungodly souls
For all their worth
Paralyzed entities
No longer free to roam this world
Paralyzed entities
Now the real horror shall begin …

Maniacal human
Plans the ultimate evil to harness the tainted essence
Words spoken from ancient parchment
Shall trap the energy within his flesh.


9. APPARITIONS AMONG THE GRAVEYARD SKIES

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10. THE NEEDFUL REVENGE OF ARTHUR GRIMSDYKE

A mournful man lives alone with his memories
A reclusive soul, he wants nothing but peace
But the greedy ones want him out of their sight
They plan his demise on a blackened night

His humble abode is, to them, a disgrace
They don't care about the sadness he has faced
But they will soon find they should not have killed him

From his grave he ascends
Rotted heart from the hatred
He lurks and preys

His rotting corpse drages down memorable paths
Leading to the one who will receive his wrath
His victim hears a strange noise stirring in the dark

Emergong from the darkness
Grimsdyke rips out his heart

A deadly poem scribbled in his enemy's blood
Now his needful revenge is fulfilled and done

The legend of Arthur Grimsdyke
The revenge or Arthur Grimsdyke
He will come back from the grave
He will come back to revenge his name !


11. CHAMBER OF CHILLS

Gravedigger, dead eyes
Oepn wide, staring cold

It's lonely in the grave
Candles lit, her body lay
The graverobber hammering
The coffin lid

The dead woman's eyes
Stared him through
Buried cemetary
The ghost would soon return
With ice cold fingers

Before his terror laden eyes,
He saw the dead rise !


12. MASTER OF THE MORBID

I, Ronald Wyatt, am a collector of darkest curiosa
But it is that master of the macabre i do worship
Father of the raven and lord of the worm … Poe
But it is to Canning whom i must bow with utter envy
Before his treasures of Poe's immortal terrors, i drool
It is to my surprise, then, that i receive his invitation
To visit his ghastly fancy-weltered home in Maryland
And his infamous collection of the one and only Poe

Amidst that house of Poe's horrors, my mind reels
But i shudder when hitherto unpublished tales i espy
Under drink, Canning his family's secret does confess
Grave robbing, blackest occultism, raising the dead
Not simply artifacts had been collected but Poe himself !
Naught can stop my desperate search, not even Canning
Unto a ritual chamber a mysterious door then ushers me
And, beyond, the master do i behold with sublime dread

Possessed by the hunt for singular curiosity
Possessed by the hunger for utter morbidity
Possessed by the search for what the dead only know
Possessed by the horror of Edgar Allan Poe !


13. THE MUMMY'S TOMB / OUTRO

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