Beyond The Grace Of God

<br>Where I walk, everything appears in grey...<br>And under my shadow, the flowers wither<br>I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow<br>As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival<br><br>Singe Este Viata...<br><br>I`m a slave under my eternal hunger<br>My perpetual lust for the blood that I need<br>I am the abomination<br>Satan`s earthly breed<br><br>Moarte Calatoreste Repede...<br><br>As mist released from a sarcophagus I call<br>Of funerals and you I shall embrace<br>On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky<br>Invisible - I haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel<br>I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire<br>...And far beyond the grace of god I am<br>I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,<br>the dweller in the shadow of the horned one<br>I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire<br>And far beyond the grace of god I am...<br><br>Loosen all hope, you who confronts me