Moonlit Bloodlust

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh;

The clock strikes twelve in the hall of stone;

And the dust awakes on a throne of bone;

One heavy step makes the candles flare;

A sudden chill in the midnight air;

He wears the night like a tailored suit;

The taste of age is the sweetest fruit;

His eyes are stars in a dying sky;

Too cold to live and too grand to die;

Bow to the king of the night;

Slip from the glass of the deep;

Bow to the king of the knight;

Taking the world from its sleep;

He's the heart of the storm;

He's the ghost in the gold;

Bow to the king of the night;

Stories that never grow old;

The music swells as the ballroom fills;

A fever danced through the silent hill;

He walks the floor with a lethal grace;

Behind a mask of a frozen face;

No pulse is needed to lead the way;

Beyond the reach of the coming day;

A sip of wine and a touch of sin;

The celebration can now begin;

Bow to the king of the night;

From the glass of the deep;

Bow to the king of the night;

Waking the world from its sleep;

He is the heart of the storm;

He is the ghost in the gold;

Bow to the king of the knight;

Stories that never grow old;

Under the moon he is divine;

Drinking the stars like heavy wine;

Fear is a gift he likes to give;

Teaching the dead just how to live;

To the king of the night;

From the glass of the deep;

Bow to the king of the night;

Waking the world from its sleep;

He is the heart of the storm;

He is the ghost in the cold;

Bow to the king, bow to the king;

Midnight is here;

Midnight is here;