Текст песни Atra Mors - Nosferatu

The moon will rise in the drive ragged horizon,
Wave your lashes in an old basement,
Evil child. In my groan
The wisdom of the ages and loneliness longing.
Fangs for the mice, predatory grin.
The source of my life - people. You food!
I - a fantasy of the pages of Bram Stoker,
A pair of eyes that follow from the drain hole.

I bite into the neck
My Western Lucy.
My bites, sweet,
Will leave you exhausted.
I - a child of the night, Children of the night,
Hungry Beast. hunting time, a time to kill!

Hiding from the reflections, because I do not have it,
I'm hiding in the shadows of concrete, afraid to touch the world.
One in the city, with an unquenchable thirst,
I suck waste that is not a pity.
At night, outside the window, watching the sleeping,
Quiet drumming his fingers on the shutters.
In the morning the coffin lodges, wooden box,
Millennial body tired.