Oh' those damn nocturnal creatures -
what kind of a pure bliss would it be
to have an grace and beauty of an angel
and soul of a wicked spirit - 
those heavenly demons
always hanging in the corners of the dark,
almost endless hours of the night.
Always hungry for you and always wandering
the hallways of ones soul on their graceful ways -
so unholy.

So close your eyes and dream my darling.
Dream and death are close siblings.
And out of those two: death's just the beginnig
in this game of life, mon amour.

Oh' those damn nocturnal beauties.
Always beasting around you, hungry for more.
Blood is life and eyes are portals to an soul.

Hear out how the night is calling.

Hear the moon's moaning
and the wind's deep, dark howl.