Shadow of the dead

Standing near my bed

Wisper within my head:

Give me your hand...

Outside spirits, feral mares

Tell: Do it, no one cares,

Drink the bloody wine,

Cross the final line...

Cursed means blessed,

Lost are the best,

Find your rest in

Devils nest...

Let the madness rule your mind

Keep yourself out of light!



Shadows of the dead

Whisper near my bed:

Say the sacred word,

We will rule this world...

I often look at Your face

But canat stand despair I feel...

and comes the night