Woorden: The 3rd And The Mortal. Salva Me.

I feel this familiar Hunger
Cover my mind carry my conscience away
My beloved skin is ageing
Heal me pure Virgin
With that lifegiving Blood of yours
Salva Me

The light of the Moon gives me Strength

Cold winds chant Nosferatu
I'm tired of my eternal Hunger
My Soul is crying, my Soul is crying
Salva Me