Varcolaci 歌词

The moon rises, dripping blood in the astral sky my grave is opened... flesh becomes nothing the cold of the grave entices the warm flesh towards us I leave my grave shroud on the tomb hunting the life in the form of the wolf the bat banner of my house is highest in night from which know the blood bathes the wisdom of Lilith and the lust of Cain such is and shall always be the flesh tears under our hooks and stakes youth exists in our morbid kiss knowing the grave flesh, cold grip of life then you know our darkness I shall return to the tomb, shrouded in the grave cloth awaiting night again... our darkside symphony written in the blood of the sleeping