We love your virgin blood
Death is our drug
Shadows, we hunt the streets
High on your screams
Cos she loves…
Necromania, death her pleasure
Cos she loves…
Necromania, black whips of leather
Funeral shadows, dark hooded figures
We rise from the tomb
Your flesh is our doom
Screaming, chained in our crypt
Too late, you can’t resist
At last, so sweet, so dead
We drink your final breath
Torture, bloodlust & pain
We need to kill again
Pleasures of darkness
You’ll soon be screaming
Funeral shadows
At night a creeping…
