| Darkness, I feel the hunger in a world of the silver moonlight
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| Living beyond the grave from the cold of the earth I will rise
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| Unseen, and cloaked in shadows when I crawl over cryptic ceilings
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| Modern to gothic times eating souls of the mortal begins
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| Sunscars all over my body
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| On my pale skin marks of light
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| Filthy fingernails, encrusted
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| Sunscars — back to the night
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| Sunscars all over my body
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| On my pale skin marks of death
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| Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise
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| Sunscars — I have to rest
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| Virgins, I love to kill them I despise religious vermin
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| I’m not the will of god, centuries on my blackened teeth grin
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| Black clouds, the nightwinds howling as your body collapses lifeless
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| Ripped out the heart and throat, frosty day, far away, I’m ageless
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| Sunscars all over my body
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| On my pale skin marks of light
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| Filthy fingernails, encrusted
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| Sunscars — back to the night
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| Sunscars all over my body
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| On my pale skin marks of death
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| Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise
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| Sunscars — I have to rest
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| Darkness, I feel the hunger in a world of the silver moonlight
|
| Living beyond the grave from the cold of the earth I will rise
|
| Unseen, and cloaked in shadows when I crawl over cryptic ceilings
|
| Modern to gothic times eating souls of the mortal begins
|
| Sunscars all over my body
|
| On my pale skin marks of light
|
| Filthy fingernails, encrusted
|
| Sunscars — back to the night
|
| Sunscars all over my body
|
| On my pale skin marks of death
|
| Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise
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| Sunscars — I have to rest |