Текст песни The Fake Idol - Кровопийца

Deep cold in the dungeon
Day and night - without end.
And, albeit not young at all
The pale look of his face.
The light of the moon will awaken the body
And nothing to do with the crucifixion.
Everyone around him thinks
A bloodthirsty executioner.

Chorus

Bloodsucker, bloodsucker!
I spit on your faces
I spit on your faces
Drinking blood!

Bloodsucker, bloodsucker
At night you can dream
At night you can dream
Over and over and over again!

And when it fills the womb
Red blood to the brim
Returns to the coffin
He whispers a few words softly.
Opens up like a throat
The lid in the box is empty,
And throws the dice to the bottom
In a simple dress.

Chorus

The spell casts
A language that is as old as the world.
He brings up the shards in the coffin
Unyielding vampire.
Bones will turn to gold
There are many things ahead -
I need to get it for tomorrow
For wealth, a couple of bodies!

Chorus