Nyctophilia - Forever Bonded in Suffering

I was dead before I was born
From old corpses of my foul body
I miss what was there
Eternal nothingness and enchanting moon

Blood... I seek in graves
Slowely pouring it down my throat
Forever bonded in Suffering

There is nothing in this world
Which will embrace you as much
As the melodic eternity of death
So sweet.. so perfect...
I feel the cold of unreal dream
My rotten veins freeze
Under spell of death
That cuts my cursed body

Shadows and mist are surrounding me
I breath foul air to feel... death
I have a taste in stench of rottingness
Absorbing my ageless flesh
Adoring the magnification of Death
Nostalgia... my sweet cold end