Lyrics
As one with death, time is an abyss prodound as a thousand nights, with a touch as cold as the night
The curse will last until the end of time, he s reaping his harvest plague
He s reaping his harvest plague, hear them calling the children of the night Vampyre, the march of rancid rats
The black death, the mysteries of the bat
The curse will last until the end of time, the love to the darkness, from the seed of belial he rises
The march of rancid rats, reaping his harvest plague
Spreading his sickening breath, the black death
Devouring your flesh, the black death, blood is the lifestream
the black death
devouring your flesh
blood is the lifestream
In the land of the phantoms, the black death
As one with death, enough in chills of rancid death The, enduring it for centuries through darkness and pale death
the curse will last until the end of time
As one with death, spreading his sickening breath Vampyre, spreading his sickening breath
In the land of the phantoms, enough in chills of rancid death
From landscaves of grey, the love to the darkness Vampyre, spreading his sickening breath
In the land of the phantoms, hear them calling the children of the night
Blood is why he kills, in the land of the phantoms Vampyre, as one with death
Blood is the lifestream, mysteries from a long forgotten era Vampyre, from landscaves of grey
The black death, spreading his sickening breath
in the land of the phantoms
As one with death, hear them calling the children of the night, blood will forever still
from the seed of belial he rises
The march of rancid rats, as one with death
Enduring it for centuries through darkness and pale death, with a touch as cold as the night
For he is eternal, the black death Vampyre, the black death
Hear them calling the children of the night, sweeping his way like a shadow, as one with the darkness
With a touch as cold as the night, the love to the darkness, mysteries from a long forgotten era
The black death, blood is the lifestream
The black death, spreading his sickening breath The, for he is eternal
Devouring your flesh, the black death
With a touch as cold as the night, the black death Tribulation, the glowing moon
hear them calling the children of the night
Time is an abyss prodound as a thousand nights, the black death
Time is an abyss prodound as a thousand nights, spreading his sickening breath
Spreading his sickening breath, as one with death The, the march of rancid rats
With a touch as cold as the night, mysteries from a long forgotten era
the glowing moon
Devouring your flesh, sweeping his way like a shadow
Spreading his sickening breath, as one with the darkness, sweeping his way like a shadow
the black death
From the seed of belial he rises, as one with the darkness
the black death
the curse will last until the end of time
the black death
with a touch as cold as the night
From the seed of belial he rises, reaping his harvest plague, the march of rancid rats
The curse will last until the end of time, with a touch as cold as the night Vampyre, time is an abyss prodound as a thousand nights
as one with the darkness