Out of shadows into moonlight

I step out and night becomes my own

Showing all you sleepless victims

That my talent's worth to show

I'm an artist and my paintbrush is a bloody knife I hold

And my canvas will be

Corpses of my victims

Here I go

Clouds were flowing

Wolves were howling

Dusty roads and

bloody showers

Clouds were flowing

Wolves were howling

Dusty roads of our time

Bloody showers

Spotters hustle back and forward

Seeking traces in the lantern light

Fear and dark, I sneak

Through Albion in smoke and grim delight

Out of shadows into

Moonlight I step to dread unknown

Fear me sleepless victims

Night will prove my talent's worth to show

Clouds were flowing

Wolves were howling

Dusty roads and

Bloody showers

Clouds were flowing

Wolves were howling

Dusty roads of our time

Bloody showers