Here comes the angels’ blow purging my soul In the fire sky clouds come and go, like embers, but cold Then comes the moonlight, the magic of the night The cold silver light shines while flames dance in the crackling fire My face was touched by the wind, gentle and wild When I closed my eyes I saw a slender lady in white Her hands on my skin were burning my sins My eyes, my dirty wings, charring my wandering being Hypnotic, her sweet voice dances in the wind Deathaholic, she brings the void with blood on her skin Ah, ah Ah, ah Hypnotic, her sweet voice dances in the wind Deathaholic, she brings the void with blood on her skin Ah, ah Ah, ah Beauty and lust Hungry for blood