Gathered are they, the wolves
from the north
and the tribes of

the Underworld hordes
Heathen men
from pagan wastelands

joined with them have they

The stench of blood. holy blood!

have penetrated their woods and
fields too long
Ravens flew as messengers

from hill to hill

They brought harsh

blasphemous chant
as ancient as time it self
Whispered by the wind which

cries for the waning moon

The beholders of the cr0ss, shall be mesmerized by fear

Their fate denies the fact of such creations

Man, beast-the hordes of the

Underworld
bound by chains forged by
pagan blood

Tonight they shall feast
Tonight the ravens and wolves
shall feast

upon blood, of those of the
light who beholds the cross
beneath the remains of a civilisation


Centuries of sorrow!!!
Centuries of pain!!!