Every night you can hear a sound Every night you can hear a sound A sound that won't go down Pulsating all around Arrising from her tomb Late at night, she walks the streets Late at night, she awakes Black flowers, black dress She comes in, in search of you White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Late at night, she awakes Arising from her tomb Late at night, she walks the streets She comes in, in search of you Late at night, she walks alone Preparing for her feast Bitches in black, creature of lust White faces are for her With the pain that they unleash When the procession of love goes by Black flowers, black dress They search for you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Black flowers, black dress White faces are for her When the procession of love goes by They search for you Black flowers, black dress When the procession of love goes by White faces are for her They search for you