The Curse of London Songtext
von Knightsune

When the skies are red
And the moon hides my attempts
The hunt for my new lover can begin

In the streets of Whitechapel
Where the harlots blind your sense
I′ll rip the pleasure running through her veins

Floating over your steps to the alley of the pain
The heat leaving your entrails feeds my thirst

Taste the perfume of the tears
The sweetness of the fear
And kiss the blood that's gushing from her lips


Look at this face as the others you′ve met
Forgetting the smile of the bringer of death

Now...
The last ray of light still reminds that you're tired
The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Fear... me...

The sound of the river is calling again
I'll scent the essence that cries out for rest


Now...
The last ray of light still reminds that you′re tired
The gleam of a knife steals the blue of your eyes
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Fear... me!