Midnight Aristocracy - A Vampire Counts Song | Warhammer Fantasy скачать в хорошем качестве

Midnight Aristocracy - A Vampire Counts Song | Warhammer Fantasy

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #totalwarwarhammer3 #warhammer3 #warhammertheoldworld #vampire #vampirecounts #warhammermusic #aimusic Art used is Vampire Counts 8th cover by Dave Gallagher. Lyrics: Awake O Dead, For there can be no rest for ye beneath the earth, Your time has come, let the living dread, So commandeth the lords of death. (Midnight aristocracy!) The vampire autocracy! The midnight aristocracy! The cure to mortal hypocrisy! (Midnight aristocracy!) Rulers of the night! The undead blight! Masters of immortal might! (Midnight aristocracy!) The inheritors of Vlad! Risen above the mortal mud! We drink! We drink your blood! From Sylvania’s mist, the graveyards awake, Cloaked in shadows, the night we shall take. Blood runs like rivers through halls of decay, The living will kneel or be swept away. We are the heirs of Vlad’s black throne, Bound by the curse, yet flesh and bone. Our heraldry flies with banners of dread, We rise from the crypts where your heroes bled. (Midnight aristocracy!) The vampire autocracy! The midnight aristocracy! The cure to mortal hypocrisy! (Midnight aristocracy!) Rulers of the night! The undead blight! Masters of immortal might! (Midnight aristocracy!) The inheritors of Vlad! Risen above the mortal mud! We drink! We drink your blood! We ride on black steeds through the storm’s cruel eye, Under Morrslieb’s glow, hear the peasants cry. No silver nor stake can undo our reign, The chill of our kiss will open your veins. Through the ages, we scheme, we feast and we kill, The world is our chalice, the blood our will. With wolves at our side and the dead at our call, Your kingdoms shall wither, your empires fall! (Midnight aristocracy!) The vampire autocracy! The midnight aristocracy! The cure to mortal hypocrisy! (Midnight aristocracy!) Rulers of the night! The undead blight! Masters of immortal might! (Midnight aristocracy!) The inheritors of Vlad! Risen above the mortal mud! We drink! We drink your blood! Hear the toll of the death-bell, See the blood swell in the well. The Carstein line shall never fade, In eternal night, our power is made! Dark magic burns in veins of ice, The gift of the Blood Kiss, the ultimate price. We are the lords of deathless fame, Whisper our title and remember our name! (Midnight aristocracy!) The vampire autocracy! (Midnight aristocracy!) The cure to mortal hypocrisy! (Midnight aristocracy!) We are the midnight aristocracy!