Tyrann - Black Moon

Witching hour, black moon tugging
So silent here, so cold
Red haired witch, I can smell your grave
Down there, hidden in the soil

Cold, cold daemon soil
I want to lick your skin
Caress your flesh and drink your blood
I want to eat your heart

Unearthed demoness, Black Moon Ravenous beauty in deadwhite moonlight
Bestial lust, daemon soul
Did they kill you again?

Witching hour, black moon tugging
I want to taste your skin
Caress your flesh and drink your blood
Feast on your heart and eat your soul
To tend your flame, to make you mine
Old, vile daemon soul
Life alone was cold