Woorden: Bal-sagoth. The Power Cosmic. Of Carnage And A Gathering Of The Wolves.

Who are you, wanderer?
I can't remember
The wolves are gathering
The stars are shifting
Come, join us in the hunt

Who are you, wanderer?
I have the scent
Gaze into the mists
Feel the earth thawing beneath your feet
Come, bring down the prey

The wolves are gathering
The stars are shifting
This spectre at the feast
This nectar of the vine

Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer
I am the thunder that awakens the earth
I am that which gives the night air its chill

Who are you, wanderer?
I am far beyond the ken of men
My gaze shall make the night tremble

[Incomprehensible]

Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn

Who are you, my son?
Father, I am annihilation incarnate