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