Every night you can hear a sound 
Pulsating all around 
Every night you can hear a sound 
A sound that won't go down 

Late at night, she awakes 
Arising from her tomb 
Late at night, she walks the streets 
She comes in, in search of you 

Black flowers, black dress 
White faces are for her 
When the procession of love goes by 
They search for you 

Late at night, she awakes 
Arising from her tomb 
Late at night, she walks the streets 
She comes in, in search of you 

Late at night, she walks alone 
Preparing for her feast 
Bitches in black, creature of lust 
With the pain that they unleash 

Black flowers, black dress 
White faces are for her 
When the procession of love goes by 
They search for you 

Black flowers, black dress 
White faces are for her 
When the procession of love goes by 
They search for you 

Black flowers, black dress 
White faces are for her 
When the procession of love goes by 
They search for you 

Black flowers, black dress 
White faces are for her 
When the procession of love goes by 
They search for you