1843 Lyrics

Devilish Distance 1843

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 lust 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 lust are magics of mine For I am the stalker of your soul I am the COLOURLESS dawn