The Night Wolves

Tenebrarvm

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At midnight
The wolves howl
And as the moon rises high
The plains utter a growl

The dead trees in the moonlight
A flame that feeds the wind
A serenade of mournful words
Amidst a realm dying

In white
The moon betrayed
Her bitterest kiss
With the wolves laid

Screams echo
The wind hisses
A reborn red lake
Drowns the night reign

Offering the crown of thorns
Mourning the light of the loss
Death's horns that sound in pain
With the sign of the wolves' howl
From a sphere of an ancient past
Upon the towers of death

As silver streams that rise to the heavens

Angels of the scar
Fornicating out of the path
To heavens laid on the abyss
For her key waiting
With the wolves they feast on the heavens
Devouring the flesh of the seven, forever

Their kingdom covered in ashes
Swallowed by the abyss
Rotting, she calls
As the night wolves howl

Unleashed, their slaughter
The firstborns hunting
Below the blackened skies
The virgin, eternally

At the sound of the horns
In blood sunk forevermore
Gold pure, reigns of obsession
Domains of flesh, into eternity's possession

Taste of long rotten fruits
That casts despairs upon the sphere
On the pieces of the mirrors' past
Fallen vain creations of the loss