Under the black sun I crawl from my grave, Your body I worship, Your blood I crave. I creep by your window, The light I despise You cannot see me but feel my cold eyes.
I am the Nightchild, Shadows gather round me. Are you a Nightchild? Join us and be free.
Your rotten world means nothing to me, Undercover of darkness is when I am free. The Nightchild is creeping, forever seeking, New bodies new victims, drug and murder addicted.
