| Welcome, my son, to my kingdom of death | 
| Welcome, my son, to where the wine is blood | 
| Welcome, my son, to your final solemnity | 
| Welcome, my son, to the end | 
| All the people say it is dangerous | 
| Searching Orpheus hideaways | 
| That’s a funny lie — Those who could know about that | 
| Cannot tell 'cause they’ve died here | 
| In my universe | 
| Where the wine is blood | 
| And you’ll spin with the spider | 
| I’m your dancing dead | 
| Burn your bridges down | 
| In my land of no return | 
| You maybe ask what had opened up the door | 
| A king of generic form called nemuritor | 
| First I’ll bring you the gift of sweet sins you will inhale | 
| Then will show you around in my garden of pales | 
| Te salut, my friend, in my house of fears | 
| Where the blood rains a river | 
| Thanatophoric is my second name | 
| It’s a shame you came sleepwalking in here | 
| Where the wine is blood | 
| And you’ll spin with the spider | 
| I’m your dancing dead | 
| Burn your bridges down | 
| In my land of no return | 
| Here’s the paler’s invitation | 
| To your farewell consecration | 
| Or another explanation | 
| Blood donation | 
| I’m a sinner — I’m a winner | 
| A degenerated skinner | 
| I will drink your blood for dinner | 
| You’re an absolute beginner | 
| I’m a gamer — an insaner | 
| I’m the lonesome entertainer | 
| In the god of Transylvania’s | 
| Bloody mania | 
| I will eat your flesh — I will drink your blood | 
| I’m the tainted fleck in your neighborhood | 
| And the sirens tell from a night in hell | 
| Hear the requiem from the nightingales | 
| Call me lunatic — kind of anemic | 
| I will drive you sick with this hecksus stick | 
| Hear my poem six — it’s my latest trick | 
| Turn off the sunlight on the other side | 
| Where the wine is blood | 
| And you’ll spin with the spider | 
| I’m your dancing dead | 
| Burn your bridges down | 
| In my land of no return |