Sigil of dim stars in eternal night longing Wandering throughout ancient times feasting upon human harvest
For the taste of strength and immortality Flesh withered and blood drank by ravenous mouths of plague
Warm dying turns to cold death before the rise of dawn We sleep within the old ruins until the darkness once more seduces Our awakening
Travels across seas beneath pale moon skies and faded stars
Empires we once turned to sand and bones now grave lands of lost souls We follow the scent of fear without remorse or mercy We drink from the crimson stream of life for immortality Our strength lies in the spirit of the bat creature of the wind Our strength lies in the spirit of the wolf creature of the land We serve our natural instinct to survive! We shall never die!