inside. Don't you run from the celebration. Follow me into temptation. Price we pay for nocturnal admission. Chorus. The night is calling. When the day's killed by the night. I'm awake until mornin
starts. With a question mark. But the distant future will not tell Bury me an angel. Set my black soul free Blackened chariots, bearing evil souls. Ride the surface of burning holes. Nocturnal