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Where I walk, everything appears in grey

And under my shadow, the flowers wither

I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow

As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival

Singe Este Viata

I'm a slave under my eternal hunger

My perpetual lust for the blood that I need

I am the abomination

Satan's earthly breed

Moarte Calatoreste Repede

As mist released from a sarcophagus I call

Of funerals and you I shall embrace

On my wings through the darkness I fly

as the King of the nightsky

Invisible I haunt the night and my cold breath is all you can feel

I have raised from death but left my soul in the sulphur fire

and far beyond the grace of god I am.

I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,

the dweller in the shadow of the horned one

I have raised from death but left my soul in the sulphur fire

And far beyond the grace of god I am.

Loosen all hope you who confronts me