Awakened by dusk our hunger beckons us to hunt in the dark as cowards without heart Not for sport or lust only because we must this cycle restarts until we fall apart Our old heroes rest in the Blessed Isles far from the souls that wander Asphodel Where down below dark Tartarus awaits a hell for those who dared defy the fates Yet still for us there’s no place.... All those golden days are gone the sun for which we long Will shine its rays upon our funeral at dawn Awakened by dusk our hunger beckons us to hunt in the dark as cowards without heart Not for sport or lust only because we must this cycle restarts until we fall apart Our old heroes rest in the Blessed Isles far from the souls that wander Asphodel Where down below dark Tartarus awaits a hell for those who dared defy the fates Yet still for us there’s no place.... Blood for a while colors our skin even though inside we’re rotten Why must we suffer this one sin just to crawl back in our coffins For the night we’re tempted again by a life we’ve long forgotten All those golden days are gone the sun for which we long Will shine its rays upon our funeral at dawn Those golden days are gone our funeral’s the dawn