Dirge of Cerberus

Sweet is the dream that you hold,
Within your dark repulsion soul,
Fill the gore upon your howl,
Disturb the vile which lay on your soul,

Come near the night will fall,
As the moon rise upon the hall,
Taste the scent of your lovely prowl,
The last of a vanishing horde.

Tempt me with your mourning song,
Rage your grief upon the burning shores,
Find me upon the savage winds,
Serve me as I came in sin.

Cry oh son of the night,
Cry your hunger out of mire,
Bring the shades upon the fire,

Enchant me with your dark chime.