Phantoms of the Night

Breathing the fog that is rising from the depths of Carpathian tombs 
  In the middle of this evil land, in Transylvania's very womb 
  Taught to bring tragedy to everyone I see 
  Born under a bad moon, I was raised by Misery 

  All beauty I must destroy 
  All the pleasure is pain 
  And all the love I turn to hate 

  Drinking the blood that is pouring from that sweet, milk-white neck 
  Deep inside I may be crying, but it's nothing I will regret 
  Another one I've cursed to forever walk alone 
  Another one like me, with a heart as cold as stone 

  And death walks by my side 
  Crimson is my wake 
  And all life I end