The Kindred — Acheron

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, The Kindred Sanguinary Desire, The Kindred

(Spoken) Blood, the Blood, is their nocturnal need Blood, Sweet Blood, on it they will feed

Bonded by the Blood of Humans Which gives them the gift of life Vampires or ghoulish demons? The Kindred shall always survive

No, there's no place to run, there's no place to hide, Your god has forsaken you The Devil's Children await, accept now your fate, Accept that your life is through