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