Carpathian funeral blasting the might of Satan In this black sacrificial rite the clouds are black
Blood is raining from the sky We enjoy it very much because we are vampires And we don't need to hunt for our food But we do because it has become a habit
A habitus nekromaur! Our fangs are long and sharp to bite
The black eagle of Satan and the owls in the forest Hohoo's around It is spooky and we are afraid of Vlad Dracul!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
