It's getting dark
As I seek your unblessed body
I walk past your grave
See the stone has been disturbed
I look from where you lay
that holds the key
To your immortality
I approach the black
Smell the stench of rotting flesh
First to the touch
I start to shake
At the thought of what I have to do
I should have known
And I should have seen
The marks on her neck were real
And just can't believe
That it's not really her,
it's only a body uncontrolled without a soul
It's getting near dawn
Under the spell of the Devil's spawn
and they're lusting, they're lusting, they're lusting
for my blood
Then I awake
And they are surrounding me
As they start to tell
I become with them
First to the touch
I start to shake
At the thought of what I've become
I should have known and I should have seen
The marks on my neck were real
And just can't believe
And just can't believe
That it's not really me,
it's only my body uncontrolled without a soul
They waltz the night
They waltz the night
They waltz the night
They waltz the night
First to the touch
I start to shake
At the thought of what I have to do
I should have known
And I should have seen
The marks on her neck were real
And just can't believe
That it's not really her,
it's only a body uncontrolled without a soul
They waltz the night
They waltz the night
They waltz the night
They waltz the night