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