Текст песни Alpha Wolf Anger

The beast I saw had no face, but I could hear its howling. A flesh arounded by dirt, the anathema of beauty, nature in its morbid way. Its breath insuflates darkness, like a sickened chant. The ember of its two possessed eyes which shrine by hate were Evil's one. With power it rises, a froth of raving madness. Bones of victims bright to its glory; an eternal one. The alpha-wolf's anger is a call of war, a blood-hate charge under the flag of demons. Near its path of ashes, I'm in its gathering; the congregation of the Dark Ones.