It's getting dark As I seek your unblessed body I walk past your grave See the stone has been disturbed I look from where you lay that holds the key To your immortality I approach the black Smell the stench of rotting flesh First to the touch I start to shake At the thought of what I have to do I should have known And I should have seen The marks on her neck were real And just can't believe That it's not really her, it's only a body uncontrolled without a soul It's getting near dawn Under the spell of the Devil's spawn and they're lusting, they're lusting, they're lusting for my blood Then I awake And they are surrounding me As they start to tell I become with them First to the touch I start to shake At the thought of what I've become I should have known and I should have seen The marks on my neck were real And just can't believe And just can't believe That it's not really me, it's only my body uncontrolled without a soul They waltz the night They waltz the night They waltz the night They waltz the night First to the touch I start to shake At the thought of what I have to do I should have known And I should have seen The marks on her neck were real And just can't believe That it's not really her, it's only a body uncontrolled without a soul They waltz the night They waltz the night They waltz the night They waltz the night