Bloodolph rises from the crypt, A stag of ash, infernal script. A thousand legs like spider’s spawn, Dragging sleighs through dusk ‘til dawn. [Chorus] Bloodolph rides, the graveyard’s flame, Cursed to bear the dark one’s name. With dread-gaze eyes and fiery breath, He heralds doom, he summons death. Through frostbit fields of lifeless stone, Where headstones crack, the winds intone. Santa's lash binds flesh and bone, Bloodolph serves on an icy throne. [Chorus] Bloodolph rides, the graveyard’s flame, Cursed to bear the dark one’s name. With dread-gaze eyes and fiery breath, He heralds doom, he summons death. A crimson snarl, his nostrils flare, The scent of fear corrupts the air. His legs, like roots, claw through the land, Dragging shadows at Santa’s command. The sleigh he pulls bears coffins cold, Presents wrapped in chains of old. Children wail, their hearts grow weak, When Bloodolph stalks the midnight bleak. [Chorus] Bloodolph rides, the graveyard’s flame, Cursed to bear the dark one’s name. With dread-gaze eyes and fiery breath, He heralds doom, he summons death. In moonlit frost where graves lie deep, Bloodolph haunts where the lost souls weep. With fiery breath and unholy might, He rides through death, the eternal night.