the dead Noone will make it through the Grey death's grip, so wet Black devils laugh in the night They live in this evil, dead water just like him With
you lie Would you tell me why There is something deeper that I fear Justify the evil I portray Daggers in the darkness find your way When the moon is
dagger Skin is blocked by the years of trial You felt abandoned in the fog of flesh Sitting in place from the dead Awaiting the face of the moon to ascend
and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon'
figures, clouded skies fires burn within their eyes pentagram with baphomet midnight strikes goat of menders lifts his head summons up the living dead
Ku? zur Ewigkeit The Shine of the Moon So clear and bright The Snow on my Hands The Frost in my Heart This never ending Flame in me Like a Dagger
der Ku? zur Ewigkeit The Shine of the Moon So clear and bright The Snow on my Hands The Frost in my Heart This never ending Flame in me Like a Dagger
I draw my dagger - I have no choice You're a slave of lust in tiredness and greed Inflame your eye at the desirous brightness Inflame face to face with the dead
of eastern religious slaves Under a half-moon blood and wine so colored red, Last drink for your lifetime two different stories, one hero's dead Together
and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon
Dagha] I be the headbanger with the double-edge razor The breathtaker, dragon slayer slash savior Assassinator, flame thrower, fascinator My dagger blade
wakening of the dead - of the dead be sure to pray salvation - from high above not from god and his angels but from the moon and its calling another moon