The Night Wolves 歌词

At midnight The wolves howl And as the moon rises high The plains utter a growl The dead trees in the moonlight A flame that feeds the wind A serenade of mournful words Amidst a realm dying In white The moon betrayed Her bitterest kiss With the wolves laid Screams echo The wind hisses A reborn red lake Drowns the night reign Offering the crown of thorns Mourning the light of the loss Death's horns that sound in pain With the sign of the wolves' howl From a sphere of an ancient past Upon the towers of death As silver streams that rise to the heavens Angels of the scar Fornicating out of the path To heavens laid on the abyss For her key waiting With the wolves they feast on the heavens Devouring the flesh of the seven, forever Their kingdom covered in ashes Swallowed by the abyss Rotting, she calls As the night wolves howl Unleashed, their slaughter The firstborns hunting Below the blackened skies The virgin, eternally At the sound of the horns In blood sunk forevermore Gold pure, reigns of obsession Domains of flesh, into eternity's possession Taste of long rotten fruits That casts despairs upon the sphere On the pieces of the mirrors' past Fallen vain creations of the loss