| Buried beneath forgotten cryptic stones
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| Enshrined in silence, embraced by darkness
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| Belonging to the hidden ancient race
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| Am I still dead but dreaming
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| Awaiting my time of resurrection
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| Reminisce of a day long ago in past
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| When I was blessed with the dark kiss
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| The gift which immortalized me once
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| Oh… I do remember the taste of hot blood
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| Which was running upon my white face
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| To moisten my dry lips
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| With a burning kiss of mortality
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| …A burning kiss of mortality
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| My eyes are blazing red in the night
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| Leather wings adorn my huge back
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| My fangs are sharp as frozen steel
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| Prepared to caress thy beloved neck
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| I rise from the tombworld, folding out my wings
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| Flying up high through the nocturnal sky
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| Looking for cretures who are worthy
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| To get the dark kiss
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| And to satisfy my hunger for blood
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| During this night
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| I do feel again the taste of hot blood
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| My fangs are mutilating thy sweet flesh
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| It’s the painful bite of the dark kiss
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| Vampires kiss… Blut ist Leben
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| … The blood is the life |