The night spread it's spell Summoning the flames of nocturnal delights Shaperning our desires, cruel by nature Leading us to the source of our immortal journey Tasting the essence of life, in a voluptuous embrance Drinking the blood of a life that no exists, once again Surrounded, spellbound by the wind's chant We float through the mist gently Hidden in the shadows of human incredibility Spreading our dismal poetry, in the shape of a deadly whisper Tasting the essence of life, in a voluptuous embrance Drinking the blood of a life that no exists, once again Still with blood on my lips And red shine in my eyes Hypnotic red eyes roaming through ages Keeping bright the flame of Malkavian pride Living beyond the grace of God As wanderers of the darkness Hearing the wolves last chants Towards the willothewisp blooming in wrath "I shall rise from my d**h With the power of darkness Spilling tears of blood And making of blood, all my life" The blood is the life ... Crossing the flaming path Gazing into the moon's gleam Honouring our blood bonds Which shall eternally guide us