I step into a cave full of bats
Tired of the bloodthirsty hunt
With black leather wings of Hell
No mercy in my heart cold as death

But where is the coffin of my nest
Have the humans finally found me?
Cursed be the flesh I have spared
You can hunt but never will you win the Dark

I take the form of a funeral fog
Weird and full of tormented souls
Beware, superstitious mortals
With claws of black steel I slay

Pitiful herd with stakes and crosses
See what Evil breeds from hurting me
I spit on your efforts to destroy me
Your souls I'll soon possess in the Dark