As I awaken from three nights' slumber, I sing a melody which feels as though it has traveled through the ages to land in my throat. As I awaken, the light burns my eyes. I recall leaving the window unlatched, removing all relics of piety from the room, as she instructed. I did not know if I could trust her promise - but for now, I walk through the shadows, waiting for her return.
Credits
Five tracks of Wampyric Dungeon Synth seeking to channel the madness of bloodcraving, the menace of the crypt, and the mystery of sanguine lust and dark romance. An eternity of seasons passed within a single week, and Erszébet was reawakened, invoked, and captured to 4-track.
Hails to those keeping the true Wampyric spirit alive in their cold hearts: Vampire Tower, Crypt of Carmilla, Catacombs Enshadowed, A Letter for Carmilla. When the blood runs, so shall we feast.