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I stalk the frigid darkness
My shadow beggs to be free;
Buried 'neath the cold stones
Where no angels rescue me.

This never ending torment
Serves as everlasting bliss;
I yearn for my redemption
But Life means not much more than this.

Through my life the lust, the hunger
And my sacred beholowed past;
Runs the cursed and wreched evil
A Daemon unsurpassed.

But when the time has come
You 'll all be dead and gone;
Though my fall from grace to darkness
I will live to carry on.

Extract from "Bloodlust", Nosferatu.