Woorden:
Christian Death Hour Of The Wolf

Hour of the wolf is drawing near Soft blood flows in emerald starlight Host of the labyrinth, fool or seer? Prophet of wisdom, bathed in glory Hour of

Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf

peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf

Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf

Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf

Darkness fall over my cold northland Winds of purest ice Blow over the fatherland of forest and might Light dies down, as it's death is at hand Coniferous