(Darkness, drift from me Cold and freezing pain strongly shake my soul Drawn from the ancient, eternal slumber The black dark coffin offers the foreseen moonlight)
Ancient hundred candles burn for my return Black, evil, immortal and pale figures chant in the dark tongue I see them bringing the gold goblet with blood Blood awakes my old but yet strong arms
Blood is life Pure and black blood Damn blood, the blood from the night Warm and evil fucking blood
In feeble light I rise from the black coffin The stakes fall from me The frosting winter winds whisper to me “A thousand years have passed… and the night is still young and pure” Perversion I shall bring tonight again!
The vampires see the old tyrant rise He screams in joy and laughs as a maniac Frozen with fear they bow at the silence of the ancient “Why, have i been awoken if there are no virgins at my feet, begging for sodomy?”
Blood is life Pure and black blood Damn blood, the blood from the night Warm and evil fucking blood
Even vampires run at the words of the oldest child of the night They fear is wrath, is shadows In them, they have seen figures that fantasy herself as denied to see they tremble and forth the virgins are sentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
