Out of shadows into moonlight I step out and night becomes my own Showing all you sleepless victims
That my talent's worth to show I'm an artist and my paintbrush is a bloody knife I hold And my canvas will be Corpses of my victims Here I go
Clouds were flowing Wolves were howling Dusty roads and bloody showers
Clouds were flowing Wolves were howling Dusty roads of our time Bloody showers
Spotters hustle back and forward Seeking traces in the lantern light Fear and dark, I sneak Through Albion in smoke and grim delight Out of shadows into Moonlight I step to dread unknown Fear me sleepless victims Night will prove my talent's worth to show
Clouds were flowing Wolves were howling Dusty roads and Bloody showers Clouds were flowing Wolves were howling Dusty roads of our time Bloody showers