Закачио/ла: Werwolf
@Werwolf
прe 16 минута
“A Black Circle of Death”
Invoke the eternal wrath of darkness
And raise the hateful banner of death
To crush the herd of the weak
Under the weight of hell’s fist
As weeping turns into cries of torment
Blood stains the cerecloth
To dive into endless sleep of infernal dreams
With a poisoned dagger’s kiss
With the bloody remnants of human life
Torn into pieces in the fire of strife
A circle is drawn in consecration
Of death, total war and pure darkness
A forest of crucifixions
Where the wind of mourning whispers
And a mound of pale corpses
Emits a putrid reek of impurity
As the night awakens
We feast on entrails with lustrous eyes
Praise war and torture
And enter the black circle of death…
“Harken the Bells of Damnation”
Ancient winds blow in the glory of rising tyranny
Majestic woods whisper the arrival of the unholy one
This will be the age of impalements and bloodshed
A praise of draconian rule and inhumanity
Fortress gates are broken open wide
With a thunderous roar
Of a violent flow of a river of blood
The cries of battle echo in the candlelit halls
When the bells of damnation chime
The conquered and trampled corpses
Hang on the citadel walls as effigies of cruelty
Drink the crimson offering of the dying victims
In the time of war and sacrifice
Worship the elegance of cruelty… Harken the bells of damnation
“As Blood Snarls a Macabre Silhouette”
Drowned in thoughts of carnage
I seek the path through the dark
Into the sacrificial circle of death
Where the law of heaven is silenced
Violent bleeding of lacerated flesh
Like from the nails in the hands christ
A knife mutilates the innocent
The cries of the fallen haunt the dusk
Trumpeted by cries of pain and misery
The silent arrival of majesty death
The beauty of an unholy desire
In the mosaic of bones and blood
In blasphemous possession
Burning with the lust of the goat
Thundering with the dragon’s wrath
My eyes opened to the sight of blood…
“I Inhale the Cruelty of Winter’s Breath”
I stand alone in frozen silence
Beneath the shroud of winter’s blight
Awaiting the arrival of the glacial winds
The dismal breath of torment
In my heart as cold as the northwind
No thoughts of benevolence remain
As the trail leads further into darkness
The arctic empire devoid of life
Under the northern sky in moonlight
I kneel in the falling snow
After my lungs cough out graupel
I inhale the cruelty of winter’s breath
Under the cloak of the final winter
At the foretold hour of nightfall
I burrow into my tomb of ice
To await eternity…