Letras
Under the night skies I feel there's a gloom
A haunting vision like miasma from a tomb
Unearthing the entrance I slither out
A dried-up leech to be filled really soon
Walk on the mist
Pale like the grave
Yet this curse will break at dawn
By shriveled limbs, murder must return
To sleep under the earth below
The sight of Sol will make us burn
Till the moonlight makes the undead glow
Ungodly leech that should stay below
Yes, the moonlight makes the undead glow
Ungodly leech that should cower below
Holy fires from above
Fill the coffin
Make the soul burn
Holy fires from above
Fill the coffin
Make the soul burn
Burn
Feel the chilling grasp of death
Even as the body turns to fire
While my ashes are being swept
I'm still haunted by eternal desire
As the night wind spreads my ashes
I still feel the loneliness of ages
Formless bloodlust with no end in sight
Ever trapped under the curse of moonlight
Face the endless tide of time
Eternity weights heavier than sin
My Consciousness trapped in unlife
Blind and deaf in mind decay
Ever present, ever wake
Dead not dreaming into heaven's gate
Thirst forever and heartache
Ever near, true inmate