Here comes the angels’ blow purging my soul
In the fire sky clouds come and go, like embers, but cold
Then comes the moonlight, the magic of the night
The cold silver light shines while flames dance in the crackling fire

My face was touched by the wind, gentle and wild
When I closed my eyes I saw a slender lady in white
Her hands on my skin were burning my sins
My eyes, my dirty wings, charring my wandering being

Hypnotic, her sweet voice dances in the wind
Deathaholic, she brings the void with blood on her skin
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

Hypnotic, her sweet voice dances in the wind
Deathaholic, she brings the void with blood on her skin
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

Beauty and lust
Hungry for blood