Beyond The Grace Of God

Where I walk, everything appears in grey.
 And under my shadow, the flowers wither
 I have drunk the blood of jesus, and my reflection is just a shadow
 As a bat or a wolf I travel, and the rats tell about my arrival
 Singe Este Viata.
 I'm a slave under my eternal hunger
 My perpetual lust for the blood that I need
 I am the abomination
 Satan's earthly breed
 Moarte Calatoreste Repede.
 As mist released from a sarcophagus I call
 Of funerals and you I shall embrace
 On my wings, through the darkness I fly, as the King of the Nightsky
 Invisible - I haunt the night, and my cold breath is all you can feel
 I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
 .And far beyond the grace of god I am
 I - The Wanderer in the utter darkness,
 the dweller in the shadow of the horned one
 I have raised from death, but left my soul in the sulphur fire
 And far beyond the grace of god I am.
 Loosen all hope, you who confronts me