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We love your virgin blood

Death is our drug

Shadows, we hunt the streets

High on your screams

Cos she loves…

Necromania, death her pleasure

Cos she loves…

Necromania, black whips of leather

Funeral shadows, dark hooded figures

We rise from the tomb

Your flesh is our doom

Screaming, chained in our crypt

Too late, you can’t resist

At last, so sweet, so dead

We drink your final breath

Torture, bloodlust & pain

We need to kill again

Pleasures of darkness

You’ll soon be screaming

Funeral shadows

At night a creeping…