hidden behind merciful shadows,
beyond the cruel daylight,
living to hunt and kill
we are the damned children of the night.
dragging our immune existence
through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn
we suffer from our immortality.
hosts contaminate our tombs
and crosses burn our skin,
you can kill us a thousand times,
but we're the ones,
who will always remain..
in pain.. in pain..
"i'm the resurrection-man,
who steals his own corpse
and abducts himself
to the beloved catacombs and vaults"
death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
but only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
after the dead lover's kiss
you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth
you're a princes in our mournful realm.
by day, when a million suns
are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts
are saving meand mine..
me and mine..
me and mine..
death and decay, cadaverous smell,
for us there's neither heaven, nor is there a hell,
and only the stigmata could be able to betray
the sombre existence of the former days.
