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Digging my nails into the casket

Grabbing my claws in the mould

Warm rain is moistening my black face

Creeping out of the cold.

Dead eyes are staring into darkness

No blood pumping through the vein

Heartbeat has stopped for a lifetime

Stumbling into the warm rain.

Master - command me to

Obey - the grapes of night

Reborn - out of the crypt

Submit - to the dark dominion.

Marching the long lanes of sugar

A walking corpse in the sun

Machetes twinkling

Through sweet straws

A slave I have become.

In the house nearby the river

There lives my little brid

She's happy and in deep love

With a ring at her hand shining bright.

One day she was again picking flowers

On the lane next the cemetery

I was lurking behind the chapel

Hiding behind the tree.

Now i'm walking through the ashes

Fresh blood pumping through my vein

Her heart gave me strength forever

Dancing into the warm rain.