Из альбома: Black Masses

Under the black sun I crawl from my grave,
Your body I worship, Your blood I crave
I creep by your window, The light I despise
You cannot see me but feel my cold eyes

I am the Nightchild,
Shadows gather round me
Are you a Nightchild?
Join us and be free

Your rotten world means nothing to me,
Undercover of darkness is when I am free
The Nightchild is creeping, forever seeking,
New bodies new victims, drug and murder addicted

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