Texty: Acheron. Xomaly - EP. The Kindred.

Under the moonlight, Unholy terror walks
They are the creatures of the night
A secret cult of bloodlust and death
Kindred of the Pentagram

They are the nightmares within your dreams
A force you can not comprehend
Self perservation is their highest law
The taste of blood brings them power

They are the Kindred, The Legions of the Dark
Those who lurk within the shadows
Damnation runs through their cold veins
As immortality becomes their Hell

Bonded by the Blood of Humans
Which gives them the gift of life
Vampires or ghoulish demons?
The Kindred shall always survive

Eyes of fire, Stalking victims unaware
Blood Desire, For the flesh that they will tear
Evil Toils, Claiming victims in their site
Mortal Coils, Will be severed on this night

Blood, the Blood, is their nocturnal need
Blood, Sweet Blood, on it they will feed

Bonded by the Blood of Humans
Which gives them the gift of life
Vampires or ghoulish demons?
The Kindred shall always survive

No, there's no place to run, there's no place to hide
Your god has forsaken you
The Devil's Children await, accept now your fate
Know that your life is through