Night cames,
ligths out,
brigths on,
starts down.
Open your eyes,
breath again and
became alive.
You are the owner,
of shadows and nights,
inshigth of freedom
and eternal chance
of being one more time
a human again.
Pain cames, red rivers flow,
life rising up, into your veins.
You are the Darkness,
You are the Prince
Of Wolfs master, and
inventor of undeads.
Get out your tomb,
shake the dust
of your shoulders and suit
arrest the neck,
get close each inch
open your mouth and
start with your pinch.
You are the owner,
of shadows and nights,
inshigth of freedom
and eternal chance
of being one more time
a human again.
