Maze of Terror - The Hunger

Lift us from the dust of the grave
Cold mother of desolation
Let us drink, let them bleed of the prey
Put the cattle to feed your nation
The man: a fly trapped despair
Afraid of the dark, a time slave
We will be beholders of the eternal ages
Beside from death, but never see his face

We are not sinners, we are pure
You're a disease, we are the cure
Our bones will be a walking tomb
Stealing life through a bleeding wound
Without senses, we are forever roam
Escapes to the punish of the burial ground
Hunt with the immortals in the night
Be curse of the ennui of the eternal life

Screaming, bleeding, beaten by hunger
Relentless and cold, don't lets me, no rest
Lift us from tomb to flying so a far
Guts bleed and burn, screaming caught in fire

Screaming, bleeding, beaten by hunger
To desire of blood, don't lets ne, not yet
Release us of his rot, the calm is so unfair
Feeds the corpses, is greed of vampire