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