Drop dead beauties Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always always Thrill without a motive

Is it my face you see? On your hands and knees when you crawl Through your nightmares When there's no more grace Does your heartbeat start to race? Crawling everywhere in the dark Poisonous shadows Do I haunt you in your sleep? How much pain, do you need

This is the night of the werewolves Run for your life This is the night Never get out alive When I'm crawling through the night God and Satan by my side And I'm haunted in the dark Sacramentum of the wild Evil born as human child