You were searching for Barovia, trekking through dark woods alongside what you thought were trusted
companions. They passed you a cup of wine by the fire and you gladly took it. But as the drink settled, so
did a deep haze, and you quickly realized that they had poisoned it. Your companions took what they
wanted, left you with nothing, and abandoned you in the wilderness.
You awoke alone, weak, and the mists had thickened to a near-impenetrable fog. Stumbling through the
dark woods, a huge gate loomed ahead. Passing through, the mist only grew thicker, disorienting and
silent. Yet, faintly in the distance, a shadowy structure appeared: a grand manor. Its shape was imposing
yet offered a flicker of hope for shelter.
Inside, however, that hope quickly twisted into dread. The manor held dark secrets; corpses and dusty
portraits, each hinting at a twisted story. Letters can be found scattered in the manor, speaking of a
family that was once joyful but now forever tainted. And you find the iron doors that lead to the
basement.
But below, in the depths of the basement, was where true horror lay hidden. The place was shadowed
and thick with a feeling of decay. Unholy things moved in the dark — twisted figures and restless spirits,
corrupted and dangerous. It was there, that you stumbled upon the truth of the manor and its fallen
owner. The Count had sought power beyond mortal bounds, drawing on dark powers and cursing his
family as a result . His thirst for forbidden magic ultimately led to his transformation into a vampire,
sealing his family’s fate and binding their souls to his own cursed existence.
[Verse 1]
Through the woods, with friends I’d tread,
Laughter masked what layed ahead.
By fire’s glow, they passed the cup,
I drank and felt my world give up.
[Chorus]
I awoke, alone, betrayed,
In mists where faith and trust decayed.
Barovia’s gates loomed dark and vast,
Through cursed fog, I wandered fast.
[Verse 2]
The manor rose, a haunted shell,
Where light had left, and darkness fell.
Dust and death in every room,
Silent witnesses to gloom.
[Verse 3]
Portraits watch with hollow eyes,
Whispers echo of long-lost cries.
Each step reveals a chilling fate,
As phantoms dance and hope grows faint.
[Chorus]
I awoke, alone, betrayed,
In mists where faith and trust decayed.
Barovia’s gates loomed dark and vast,
Through cursed fog, I wandered fast.
[Bridge]
Below, where whispers haunt the stone,
Secrets etched in blood and bone.
Unholy things, they stalked unseen,
Bound to the Count’s eternal scheme.
[Verse 3]
A cursed fate, his family tied,
By darkness claimed, by blood defied.
He drank of power beyond control,
And left the ruin of his soul.
[Outro]
Now I’m here, and shadows call,
Barovia whispers through the fog.
The darkness stirs, a haunting sight,
As dawn surrenders to endless night.
