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We love your virgin blood Death is our drug Shadows, we hunt the streets High on your screams Cos she loves… Necromania, death her pleasure Cos she loves… Necromania, black whips of leather Funeral shadows, dark hooded figures We rise from the tomb Your flesh is our doom Screaming, chained in our crypt Too late, you can’t resist At last, so sweet, so dead We drink your final breath Torture, bloodlust & pain We need to kill again Pleasures of darkness You’ll soon be screaming Funeral shadows At night a creeping… From Letras Mania