We are the midnight people Hunters of nightmares and fears We are used to face the death Trembling figures running at the moonlight
We are the deafening screams of the dead Taken from the womb of our dead mother Risen among crusted blood Dressed in our burial drapes
We are the men of shades Black spirits of the dead Every time you hear a cry You shall know we are after you
We are neither dead nor alive Fleshless corpses with empty eyes Crosses made of rock Grave Cross
We are anathema, curse and exorcism Fire of vengeance, our name is terror We shall prevail through centuries The nights and its horrors are ours
We are horrors of horros Demon hunters on the run Thunder holders in tempest n' storm Raven Shades over your grave
We forge molten metal and solid rock In fire are written our names We are the music of the black night Heavy Metal is our art, the highest one
We are neither dead nor alive Fleshless corpses with empty eyes Crosses made of rock Grave CrossTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
