Moonspell Wolves From The Fog
Lyriikat: Hear the As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black, a cold Moon shines and the red somber eyes awake, the forest Whispers my unholy name, from a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise And my brothers will attack under this blood Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta. When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal. Oh Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sabbat. Soon we ll be embraced by our father the one with horns. Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh. . .. and once again from the fog, with horns on head came the Wolf carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Walpurgis Eve. As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I walk
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