Из альбома: The Druid Ceremony
As we're like two lovers all death
we reached the promised land,
and in darkness we join
Our progeny, spawned by the night,
with us with fight in the war against the light
My black soul cries, then it slowly dies
All the visions in my eyes, suddenly flies away
As dawn appears we have to hide
or get burned like in the most sung fires
A mortal's blood we rewuire to survive,
to carry on without the pain of the hunger
I love it when you please me,
when your blood drains free,
just for me...