Harker's Tale - Helstar

Harker’s my name to you people I must say

What I’ve seen, think of me as mad if you may

The Carpethion Gothic ruin is alive an well

From its clutch I’ve made my flee

He lives, the prince of hell

His evil scheme has spread the plague that

Drains you of your life

Transforms you into living death as he did my wife

Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)

One by one he’ll own your souls

Make you the undead

Thriving in the darkness

Believe this words I’ve said

Legend has it through his heart

You must drive a stake

Exorcise him in his sleep

You must before he wakes

Destroy him before sunset

Or more loved ones will he seize

I dare not join you

For his fear still lives in me

Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)

Thunder roared from the pounding hoofs

The horses lead the black coach

That brings the demon to the church

Quick the sun now slowly sets

Larry solo

In silence they gathered

Around the great box

The creaking sound as the lid was removed

The sign of the cross, rosaries in hand

Placing the host upon his forehead

Then I heard a hellish howl

As it burned into his flesh

André solo

Rising in a vengeance

The priest was first to go

Slashing and biting engulfing at his throat

The holy water useless as well the crucifix

They all prayed for salvation

But his words were blasphemous

A sea of broken bodies marks the spot

Where he has been

The bloodless cadavers

Here suck dry of their sins

Listen my friends to my tale (the mass of death)