Each dawn I die - Necromantia

Passing through the storm led by Demons

Walk between the world of men and Gods

Cast no shadows, draw no light

I rape the priestess on pagan night

I taste the serpent’s poison

On the lips of the one I love

She brings this gift of witchcraft

I wear the cat skin gloves

Apples of youth when I wrought mischief

Hung on a tree to rot in the sun

Reborn in the middle of the final orgy

A gift of slavery to the chosen one

Suicide, suicide, don’t you know me?

Call to the master, he will come

He will bring our resurrection

Cloaked in darkness, he has won

Smoke from my sacrifice

Journey to the isle of the blessed

Grant my soul your glory

At nighttime, I’m your guest

Only I know why

Each dawn I die

I die

Smoke from my sacrifice

Journey to the isle of the blessed

Grant my soul your glory

At nighttime, I’m your guest

And only I know why

Each dawn I die