Letra de Alaric de marnac

By night,
death at nigrum Masses.
By day,
emptying liquor glasses,
this time
a remorse harasses:
I can´t help doing it!

Blood and semen,
for a demon,
childeren butcher,
more in future,
driven crazy,
living hazy,
all to make work.

I´ll solve the enigma
of timeless life,
I´ve got the stigma
marked by a hot knife.
Eternal life!

By night,
bloody orgies sessions
By day,
the alchemy obsession.
This time
regretful confession:
I canpt help doing it!