Текст песне : Fright (The). Born To Be Dead. A Gift.

In her arms, he looks through the world
Lulled and warm
Somewhere in the night

From his mouth, one thousand tongues
Sucking her out
Somewhere in the night

He's running away

This is a gift
He who kills

Lurking and silent
When the evil calls
...another sacrifice
Somewhere in the night

Without meaning
His tears telling us everything
A tool without mercy
Son of the night

He's running away

This is a gift
He who kills

Son of the night