Shadow of the dead  Standing near my bed  Wisper within my head:  Give me your hand...  Outside spirits, feral mares  Tell: Do it, no one cares,  Drink the bloody wine,  Cross the final line...  Cursed means blessed,  Lost are the best,  Find your rest in  Devils nest...  Let the madness rule your mind  Keep yourself out of light!    Shadows of the dead  Whisper near my bed:  Say the sacred word,  We will rule this world...  I often look at Your face  But canat stand despair I feel...  and comes the night