Where I walk, everything appears in grey.
And under my shadow, the flowers wither
I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow
As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival Singe Este Viata. I'm a slave under my eternal hunger
My perpetual lust for the blood that I need
I am the abomination
Satan's earthly breed Moarte Calatoreste Repede. As mist released from a sarcophagus I call
Of funerals and you I shall embrace
On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky
Invisible I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
.And far beyond the grace of god I am
I the dweller in the shadow of the horned one
I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
And far beyond the grace of god I am. Loosen all hope, you who confronts me.
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