The beat of dead hearts freezes a dark blood
Shudders through the backbone repressed
Impulse of the beast for those who live but
Do not breathe beyond the dark side in
The dark, cold, empty nights i i you can hear
Them howling in their fear with loneliness
And madness they are fed their waiting to
Devour who live yet do not breathe beyond
The dark side they have one thousand faces
Beyond the dark side ii a single expression
The beat of dead hearts freezes a dark blood
Shudders through the backbone repressed
Impulse of an animal
