Black is the night full is the moon  Picking the flesh from my teeth  The thick fog rises midnight is soon  Prowling the streets stalking for meat as the necrophiliac  You cannot hide because I will find you  And you will rot  Approaching my victim I make my advance  My eyes have her entranced  With hands cold as death and skin white as bone  Fangs are injected draining her blood the whore lies in pain  With ripped out tendons and the marks of hell  She will rot  The thick fog is rising up to the moon  The coffin opens  I am the one who rises from the grave  To drink the blood of the living  Feeding the maggots leftover flesh  It's frightening to know that I am dead  And as the prince of hell I'm calling you  Blood on the floor, blood in my mouth  I love the taste of death  Decaying afterbirth falls from her face  To all of you people who do not believe I'm my sorcery from hell  Held in my bondage and tortured to death  And you will rot!