We’ll rise in the moonlight.
And you won't see another day.
Like storm shakes the earth.
Enthrone the end of all age.

Like the sword of history.
You can see i’m not afraid.
It´s the kingdom of blood,
for her offspring has arrived.
To kill the weak.
With the flames of our souls.
We are nocturnal animals,
and we’ll kill the light with blood.

Back to the beginning.
Back to ourselves.
Hear the bells of life.
Call the night of love.
To light, to cross.
Don’t worship the inert light.
It will drag you to a debacle.
Animal instinct, is the word.
Ancestral naturalness.
It contains the key,
of wisdom and power,
of light, of the braves of soul.
For the eternity.

You contemplates the dance of the dark souls,
around the moon.

In the tale where you lie,
time is lost in the grave.
In the tale where i fly.
Time escapes from the shade.

Following the red way you can find an old place.
Where echoes of ahes yell call the night of love.
To light, to cross.