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The winter was cold that year, |
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The sound of the wind chilled our bones. |
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(But all will remember that night, That night when the wolf god came to town) |
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The Blood of the lycan infected and Tormented those unfortunate few, |
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Who being unable to resist, took to the lycan way |
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And themselves spawned more devils. |
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Village was ripped and life took to heel |
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When the wolf god come to this place |
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The pale moon, God to godless, shun a pale opaque cold |
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While below the butchery began, |
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Snarling, foaming sick dogs gathered for the feast |
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That would eventually engulf us all |
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Village was ripped and life took to heel |
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When the wolf god came to this place |
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The howling, the madness spread. |
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Until theose once human, upon humans fed. |
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The gods who, safe seated high |
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Upon the mountains, turned away |
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And still they ate. |
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The diseased and rabid needed to feed. |
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The lycan laughed and the humans turned. |
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Furious angry killing sprees. |
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(Cry havoc and loose the dogs of war) |
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The Lycan upon his topaz throne gazed |
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At the world he had infected. |
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The gnarling, the biting, the foaming, the screaming |
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Unnatural sounds, the necks were ripped asunder |
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The rabid white teeth engulfed, |
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Human dead consumed |
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Like wolves among sheep they wandered, |
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Through the blood soaked murky fields of the dead. |
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Erecting sanguine throne to their wolfen god. |
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Fear the howling, fear the howling |
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Bones snapping, muscle spasming |
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Unnatural transformation, |
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Metamorphosis of the damned. |
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Kurgen way of life installed Ave Cania furor |
