album: Lawless Darkness (2010)
track №5
- Wolves’ Curse -
How the moon leers at thy ignorance,
Ye who laughest in the face of Death
Know ye not its ever-gaping jaws?
They always hunger.
Oh they wake up from their slumber now
Heeding the call of the wild
From the shadows they come forth;
Abominations of the north!
Murderers, spawn of might impregnated
By many a blackened will,
The stalking horror for long time gone,
Hungry now for the kill.
Holy guardians of the secrets nocturne
For which many a man have burned
And so the nightwinds cry out their dreaded warning wail;
The wolves have returned!
Beware!
The wolves’ curse.
Beware!
The dark.
Fear!
The lupus lunae
At night,
Beware!
Dwellers of the threshold,
Children of the night,
Predators and punishers,
Fearless yet feared.
The stench of putrefaction
And of long dead blood
Follow their steps.
Ever so near.
Beware!
The wolves’ curse.
Beware!
The dark.
Fear!
The lupus lunae.
Fear!
The return.
Approach them not with doubt in heart,
Disturb them not in vain.
Only the cursed ones, the wild at heart
May enter their domain.
A Lawless realm where Chaos breeds
and Howls most foul asound.
So stay away, ye who is of god!
This is enemy ground.
Beware!
The wolves’ curse.
Beware!
The dark.
Fear!
The lupus luna.
Beware!
Watain.
Kerberos are We,
The three-pronged spear,
Shape-shifters,
Always hungry.
Far beyond the grace of god
Lies the lair,
Where shadows fall.
Beware!
