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Thirsty of blood, demon - man

Vrolok, the hunter...

The wintry race of the death

a mortal frenzy in the forest

Thirsty of blood, desire to kill

Eyes ablaze, the beast...

The voracious nocturnal assassin

A jubilant howl in the forest

What could be more pleasant?

The nectar of love,

or to stare at your face,

so pale, like the moon?

I am the terror of the dark lands

My eyes only see the color of blood

Under the night's spell

I wander among hills and graves

always lurking for the vital sap

The eternal demon of the spectral howls

Suffering the curse of Licaon

Don't cry my lady...

May your fate a blessing shall be

since in conscious death

the pain you could joy

But don't worry my lady

may impossible shall be

to forget your beautiful being

Since your sweet memory...

My eternal torment will be...

Solo - Fernández

Solo - Borrego

I see in her eyes

the forgetfulness towards fear

I see her kisses in my claws

while she dies amongst howls