Demonon Vrosis Rotting Christ

[Intro]
Νυκτὸς ἐσμὲν
Φρικώδη τέκνα
Κατάραι καλοῦσιν ἡμᾶς εἰς ᾍδην
Δαιμόνων βρῶσις ἔσῃ
Σκιὰ ἀναίμακτος

[Interlude]
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us
Woe, pain, blood lead us

[Verse 1]
Now that we end up with fire
Some strident curses come from higher

We are the nights' atrocious sons
We come from strange locus named Neverland
Atrocious demons' feed you will become
A woeful shadow without blood