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Sweet taste of freedom, the blood that feeds the world

A child is crying, like a mouse in the snake’s stomach

I shall be reborn, from sickness, in an eternal night

That is the one, I will never forget

I’m standing like a crow, in the bleeding cross of torture

Running like the shadow of ferocious beast into the cells of the damned

I die in the desert storms, I rise up from the dead at the wintery nights

You shall find my abysmally slaughtered, in the front line of the battle

With a chain around my neck and dying like a newborn child

In the arms of a strong northern wind

I’m standing like a crow, in the bleeding cross of torture

Running like the shadow of ferocious beast into the cells of the damned

Darkness befallen no sign of life, knife through the heart and my tongue

Sickening silence ripping my eyes, chained and enslaved to this world

Confusion and madness the realm of the blind, ancient fires hiding the sky

Voices command me to kill and destroy, devour the vampire blood