كلمات Necromania

We love your virgin blood Death is our drug Shadows, we hunt the streets High on your screams Cause she loves Necromania, death her pleasure Cause she loves Necromania, black whips of leather Funeral shadows, dark hooded figures We rise from the tomb Your flesh is our doom Screaming, chained in our crypt Too late, you can’t resist At last, so sweet, so dead We drink your final breath Torture, bloodlust and pain We need to kill again Pleasures of darkness You’ll soon be screaming Funeral shadows At night a creeping