Leather pressed I envy how you scream
In your hands claw me
Hynotic hybrid dreams
The howls, they're only gonna be sung
Night seeps into light
I am not allowed to bite
I can only wish for it
I can only wait for the moment of...

In the backseat of my hearse
We quit our talking
The moon reveals its curse

Like a horror movie on a Friday night
You are not happy with your life
Why do you act like everybody?
Music in my blood, it's a sinister beat
Demonic deeds and graveyard treats
See you from the stage and we must know
Can we drink your blood after the show?