Beyond the Grace of God

Where I walk, everything appears in grey...

And under my shadow, the flowers wither

I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow

As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival

Singe Este Viata...

I'm a slave under my eternal hunger

My perpetual lust for the blood that I need

I am the abomination

Satan's earthly breed

Moarte Calatoreste Repede...

As mist released from a sarcophagus I call

Of funerals and you I shall embrace

On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky

Invisible - I haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel

I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire

...And far beyond the grace of god I am

I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,

the dweller in the shadow of the horned one

I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire

And far beyond the grace of god I am...

Loosen all hope, you who confronts me