Cruel hand of grim pale existence   Embrace me to your midnight slumber   Mistress of cold, fangs of fire   Penetrate with blackened lust     I can feel my blood running cold   For pleasures of the warm streams of life   To satisfy this burning evil thirst   Soul of black, cult of dead, soul with sicken crave     Son of darkness   Hounds of hell   Thirst for blood   Under a demonic spell     Hear the wings of the sacred bat   Soaring in its soundless flight   The power of the moon in its blackening trance   Fills like a Transylvanian night     I can hear the wind's cries for blood   Of wicked pleasure far beyond mere mortal   To satisfy this burning evil thirst   Soul of black, cult of dead, soul with sicken crave     Son of darkness, Hounds of hell   Thirst for blood, Under a demonic spell   Soul of black, Cult of dead   Soul is cursed with sicken crave   Feel the burn, For pulsing pain   Demonial thirst for midnight drains     Soul of black, Cult of dead   Soul is cursed with sicken crave