In the dark I carve my mark The sign of the Nocturnal Breed I lust for blood Dark virgins' blood I lust for blood...Your blood...Bloodlust When the moon has risen high And the sun has faded black Creeping, crawling, stumbling, rolling The hunters of the night Nocturnal Breed...Hunters of the night (Nocturnal) "Intrepid beasts...Oh...Smell the mongrel rut The acrid stench of triumph When we ascend the throne of Christ And desecrate the holy fields of heaven" Howling at the moon above Rolling yellow eyes Wings of leather rising high Hidden in darkness Tormenting at night We lust for virgins blood Oh...Drink the Blood...Blood thirst...Oh Drink the blood