Necromancers (The)
Of Blood And Wine
I was born past midnight
Impure child of the rite
Fleeing from the light
Blood and wine will be mine
As the moon's shining bright
Disappearing in a flight
I was born past midnight
Blood and wine will be mine
I was made through the night
I was made beyond your sight
Cain's child, in the night
Lilith's tyke, in the night
From Letras Mania