Приснился дом мне, старый замок англ. яз

I had a dream about old house, castle.
It was deserted, covered with a dust.
There were so many towers, bows and passes.
And stained-glass windows under archs.

There were the silence and the shadow
There were so many corridors.
In my hand i held a candle
It shined my way between cold walls.

In gloomy vault I came so far
That couldn't stop myself.
Strange voice forced my mind to hurry
By mystery my spirit was attracted.

I have already ran ahead
I opened door of large sepulchral vault.
You said me to forget
My sorrow, let you taste my blood.

Oh! Curse on you, undead.
You have decoyed me here.
I hate your world, it makes me sad,
You've made me spawn of hell.

My destiny's - to live among undead,
To feed on mortal's lives.
I'll live my life in other way.
I shall this evil fight.

But morning came and i woke up,
Recalled my dream from mist.
I put my clothes on and smiled.
But suddenly... that's it.

The same old castle, same grey walls,
Same towers, corridors.
Two wounds on neck and same strange voice
My spirit mystically calls.