Satanic Warmaster

Vampires
Sorrow rides out
as spectral knights
A wind of grief
from an open coffin
When the bells of funeral chime
through the nightfall
A black star rises
at the final twilight
Gargle the blood
Spit the cruor
From beyond darkness
A revenant blaze
Fire of conflagration
Burns in empty eyes
Disgusting tongues
That lick your face
In morbid hunger
When you sleep
Gargle the blood
Spit the cruor