1843 Lyrics

I glide through these corridors
Like the wind that sends shivers...
...down your spine, while the eye fails
You still SENSE that i'm near
Behold this fateful misty night
Darkness and l*** are magics of mine
For I am the stalker of your soul
I am the clourless dawn
Quicken your pace, I'll quicken mine
1843, your brethren will never FORGET
As the blade greets your waiting throat
Blood trickles, feels so pure

[Lead - Goger/Stoker]

Behold this fateful misty might
Darkness and l*** are magics of mine
For I am the stalker of your soul
I am the COLOURLESS dawn