I'm called especially unclean
I drain unusual protein
I need my private crime
From time to time
I'm not a hero, not a saint
I'm going out of restraints
My lips are blood and wine
But are they mine?
What's wrong with that
Twilit silence?
What crime is that
I'm hopeless nightborn?
I've got no friend
I've no alliance
The dark's ahead
The day is dead
What's wrong with that?
I have a weird kind of lust
Within the cities in the dust
I find a secret lane
There I remain
And in a hidden piece of dusk
We meet again, we do a task
Now we're forever chained
Inside our veins