Besedila: Octinomos. Nuit Fauvres.

I fly by night on bloodstained wings
To find the object of my desire
I reach deep inside your heart
To destroy and manipulate

I am the words in the back of your head
The voice of dark that speak of death
You can't escape my calling
You long for the eternal sleep

You will not die tonight I'm sure
But who knows what tomorrow brings
I'll be there 'til the end of your life
In the twilight of your heart

I've spear a thousand nights with you
To find a weakness in your soul
I'm burning you up from inside
For I am always there

Your acceptance for death
Increase for every dawn you see
I'll never leave, alive...