Текст песни The Kindred - Acheron

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 preservation is their highest law
The taste of blood brings them power
Bonded by the Blood of Humans
Which gives them the gift of life
Vampires or ghoulish demons?
The Kindred shall always survive
Born of Fire