| Prone to the grave, the dark side you walk |
| in the light of the morning we fall |
| Confront teh brave, the rebel we stalk, |
| when we came — we saw — we conquered them all |
| Blessed when we die, confessed not a lie |
| in the still of the night we aware |
| Don’t dare to cry, when fever up high |
| no escape — no break — your life we will take |
| Gone with the night |
| when the unholy demons of dawn |
| Pray |
| when the sunlight is dead we’re reborn |
| We are dead until dark — when the night is calling |
| dead until dark — and at midnight high |
| dead until dark — and at dawn we all will die |
| We are dead until dark — when the Saints are crawling |
| dead until dark — and the demons fly |
| dead until dark — we unite the bloodred sky |
| Cursed by our fate, the undead crusade |
| for the sanctum deep under your skin |
| Raise up the blade, by night we invade |
| for the last — of times — the fight may begin |
| Murder bizarre, nocturnal we are |
| when we rise like the phantoms of dust |
| Sent from the dead, we long for the red |
| for in blood — in god — in heaven we trust |