Beyond The Grace Of God

Where I walk, everything appears in grey

And under my shadow, the flowers wither

I have drunk the blood of Jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow

As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival



Singe Este Viata



I'm a slave under my eternal hunger

My perpetual lust for the blood that I need

I am the abomination

Satan's earthly breed



Moarte Calatoreste Repede



As mist released from a sarcophagus I call

Of funerals and you I shall embrace

On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky

Invisible - I haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel

I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire

..And far beyond the grace of god I am

I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,

the dweller in the shadow of the horned one

I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire

And far beyond the grace of god I am



Loosen all hope, you who confronts me