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Tracks
02. Night Of Draculia
In the dark night
He flies in the sky
He is the dark lord
He is coming in your dreams
Calm and silent
He moves slowly
He wants you
He wants your blood
He smell your scent
He strokes your legs
He kisses your neck
He holding onto you
You wake up shaken
You see his mouth
Wet with your blood
You're not afraid
He takes you
Feeling never tried
Pain and pleasure
You like it, you want it
He smell your scent
He strokes your legs
He kisses your neck
He holding onto you
03. The Spell (Maleficium Vitae)
Give me your hair
Give me your nails
Give me your face
Give me your soul
Moon is waning it's perfect moment,
Lucifer, listen to me she is for you, take her
Moon is waning it's perfect moment,
Lucifer, listen to me she is for you, take her
Feel her sadness
Feel her pain
Feel her regret
Feel your pleasure
Moon is waning it's perfect moment,
Lucifer, listen to me she is for you, take her
Moon is waning it's perfect moment,
Lucifer, listen to me she is for you, take her
04. She Was A Witch
Hey baby are you throwing up pins?
It's a spell
It's her mind
She is a witch
She must be locked up
She must suffer
She must die
She was a witch
She was a witch
She was a witch
She was a witch
She was a witch
She was a woman
Just a woman
She was a woman
Just a woman
05. Black Sunday
Torches are gathered, the fire lights the hate
Pitchforks, stones and hammers are coming to get you
Listen to that sound, it's a march
The march of the death
The march of the death
You can see the fire through the window
Dark shadows are here, they came to get you
Listen to that sound, it's the silence
The silence of the death
The silence of the death
It's Black Sunday, this is the end
It's Black Sunday, this is the end
Black smoke now starts to rise in the sky
Fear and pain are here, they came to get you
Listen to that sound, it's the anger
The anger of the death
The anger of the death
Feel the flames that burn your skin
Death and agony are here, They came to get you
Listen to that sound, it's the fire
The fire of the death
The fire of the death
It's Black Sunday, this is the end
It's Black Sunday, this is the end
06. Oh Mary
They wrote your destiny
An old man will consume you
A life grows inside you
You cannot keep the secret
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
Now that you're gone
You come back for revenge
Take the children of the vipers
Throw them in the well
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
Oh Mary, oh no!
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