Dark night, city lights An ice-cold moon is on the rise The shadows creep in the empty streets When restless spirits finally come to life Imprisoned in damnated graves When the sun is shining bright But from sundown 'till the early morning light The Coffinshakers rule the night Cruel lips, bony hips The winds of Hades ride upon their breath Full moon eyes pierce your mind Prepare for the final kiss of death Imprisoned in damnated graves When the sun is shining bright But from sundown 'till the early morning light The Coffinshakers rule the night