The Coffinshakers - 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