Woorden: Dark Funeral. The Secrets Of The Black Arts. Bloodfrozen.

Twilight - moonrise
Awakened by the moonlight of the transylvanian night
I hear those mournful cries
Whisper from the shadows
Mesmerized by the moon
I rise from my coffin
The moonlight rays awaken my soul
From my cold sleep so dark and cold

As nightfall closes in I know the time has come
When I spread my darkened wings and become one with the night
Obsessed by eternal bloodlust
Into the embrace of the skies I fly
To satisfy my desires and kill once again