| Bloodtide |
| 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 haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire ...And far beyond the grace of god I am I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness, 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 |