Shadow of the dead
Standing near my bed
Wisper within my head:
Give me your hand
Outside spirits, feral mares
Tell: Do it, no one cares,
Drink the bloody wine,
Cross the final line
Cursed means blessed,
Lost are the best,
Find your rest in
Devils nest
Let the madness rule your mind
Keep yourself out of light!

Shadows of the dead
Whisper near my bed:
Say the sacred word,
We will rule this world
I often look at Your face
But canat stand despair I feel
and comes the night