The Black Forest

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death ... the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow... IN THE BLACK FOREST I find my way through the briars and down the pathway, the ancient ones laugh and say enjoy your stay but they don't know me very well or the magic passed on to me by Morgan Le Faye I am here for one reason and one reason only, to raise you from your grave so don't dare the gypsy of the wild heart because the spirit is one with the dark and darker than THE BLACK FOREST... So there is no fear in this night as the raven circles the grave, I wave my hands and bring you back to life... Drink of my blood and let it rejuvenate your soul as the cold, cold vile wind does blow and echoes the curse of the Vampire... Through THE BLACK FOREST of Collinwood I walk the secret passage way again to the place I swore I would leave you but now I have had a change of heart and I command you to rise, rise from your grave, awaken now it is almost day… IN THE BLACK FOREST where you were made, IN THE BLACK FOREST through the briars just down the way from the old house on the hill, you no longer have your own will and I say it still... Don't dare the Gypsy of the wild heart...the spirit is one with the dark, as dark as THE BLACK FOREST!