The beat of dead hearts freezes a dark blood

Shudders through the backbone repressed

Impulse of the beast for those who live but

Do not breathe beyond the dark side in

The dark, cold, empty nights I I you can hear

Them howling in their fear with loneliness

And madness they are fed their waiting to

Devour who live yet do not breathe beyond

The dark side they have one thousand faces

Beyond the dark side ii a single expression

The beat of dead hearts freezes a dark blood

Shudders through the backbone repressed

Impulse of an animal