Wolf-Hymn şarkı sözleri

Eventide sets about Castle Vyrence Autumnal winds blow leaves through it's iron gates Thorny towers of cold stone loom Silhouetted against a darkening vault The naked limbs of hemming trees Now the brume-cloaked haunts of bats My dark spires cast long shadows Where these terror-mists have set I am the learned diabolist I am the sorcerer of Vyrence And with my bone-carven demon pipe I enchant the song of wolves... Baleful... Haunting... Eldritch... Piping Hearken ~ the hymn of might For it's lethargic dream-spell bemuses I gaze up at the sanguine eye While dark shapes bay in the courtyard below I conduct the dark shapes Lend an ear to the woods wind The howls... This eve we must abscond To the filthy abbey of Perigon Storm the abbey... Assail the clergy About the fat monks throats Lupine jaws of my assassins clamp Tear their pious neck to shreds And rip their holy robes to shreds Delight to the serenade of the wolf The horror-clawed ghosts of night Like ebon-furred demons Form the strange labyrinth of woods Prepare the relics Such lavish kindling they provide The flames like a furnace Leap from blazing Perigon My cachination resounds Above the boister of fire Return to my Ivied tower of wont Return the wolves to the night I scent the passing smoke Grey ghosts of the abbey raped Drifting across the harvest moon Beware the demon notes of the hunting wolf...