Flames reflect in pools of ruby red, Dancing with the shadows of the undead. The altar groans beneath the heavy weight, As mortals surrender to a darker fate. A puncture of the skin, a sudden chill, Yielding to an unholy, ancient will. And the blood runs hot as the cold takes hold, A gruesome story waiting to be told. Possessed by the night, a puppet on a string, Listening to the hymns the vampires sing. Drowning in the dark where the demons bide, With nowhere left for the soul to hide. Fingers trace the symbols on the floor, Opening a forbidden, bleeding door. The whispers turn to roars inside the brain, Washing out the sanity with heavy rain. Sharp fangs sink deeper as the vision blurs, Trapped inside a nightmare that forever stirs. And the blood runs hot as the cold takes hold, A gruesome story waiting to be told. Possessed by the night, a puppet on a string, Listening to the hymns the vampires sing. Drowning in the dark where the demons bide, With nowhere left for the soul to hide. The human heart stops beating in the chest, Now the dark inhabitant can finally rest. A foreign power breathing through my lungs, Speaking secrets in forgotten tongues. (Guitar Solo / Breakdown) (Chorus) And the blood runs hot as the cold takes hold, A gruesome story waiting to be told. Possessed by the night, a puppet on a string, Listening to the hymns the vampires sing. Drowning in the dark where the demons bide, With nowhere left for the soul to hide. Let the darkness win. Let the change begin. No soul left to save. Walking to the grave
