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Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon
I died for this world
I became the nightmare for living men
I run through the black woods
Bloodlust leads me and I kill, I kill and I die
In the ecstasy of murderlust
And then I escape possessed
I hide myself in the shadows of trees
I'm afraid, I fear and I cry
My face drip with blood
I hate living men
I'm faithful only to the dead
I remember wolves over my face
Red eyes of my mother
Her sharp fangs, and my first pain
I was born in the night
Evil wind was tearing the trees
Spirits were hiding in the shadows
And wolves brought me the first sacrifice
I became the unpurest spirit
I killed the living man
I draw my fangs in his body
And his spirit became mad
Born from the wolfish womb in the Fullmoon
I hide myself in the shadows of trees
I avoid the damned sun
I follow the smell of blood
Wolves come with the herds
Their howling appoints the limits of life
I am one of them
In the herd I follow the moon
Night helps us, we are unpunished
Sons of Fenriz, sons of Louve
This is the true element of darkness
Wild, unseizable...
True creation of Gods possessed
- Album:
- 1050 Years Of Pagan Cult
- Sharpening The Thousand Swords
- Ogien przebudzenia
- Thunderbolts of the Gods
- Carpathian Wolves
- The Celtic Winter
- Memory and Destiny
- In the Glare of Burning Churches
- Immortal Pride
- Raise Your Sword!
- Following the Voice of Blood
- Creed of Iron
- Dawn of Iron Blades
- Epilogue / In the Glare of Burning Churches
- Will Stronger Than Death
- Rehearsal
- Morbid Tunes of the Black Angels, Part II
- Spears of Heaven
- The Fire of Awakening
- In the Glare of Burning Churches / The Celtic Winter