Gimme your soul
Gimme colder than ice
I'm a demon, with my fire eyes
Have something strange in the room
When the bodies blooms
So close to beggining
Digging our tomb
Come, come, come with me
Put your lips on mine
Come with me, and dont return
In this night, with your vampire
I'm the apocalypse white knight
Pray becomes make-up
When the light turn to darkness
I can always touch your body
You just can touch off my skin
Because prayers become the curse
And the pleasure become the sins
Come, come, come with me
Put your lips on mine
Come with me, and dont return
In this night, with your vampire
