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Paint the walls

Red with blood

Find your peace among the dead x2

When your eyes get cold and black

First step on your golden path

Speak not of your choice

All will soon see

It will glow from your eyes

Regaining another shape (Reshaping your face)

Chorus:

Lie down on your victims

Feel their warmth get cold

Breathe in their souls

With beastly appetite

Ignore the voices (which are) trapped in fear

Silence eternal dwells here

The dead should shut up

Unless they have something to say

Repeat Chorus.

Never reveal your choice

For it is the dark

Feast on their children

Admit it´s a pleasure.