Wolves 歌词

Our spark cast a great shadow The spark becomes a flame Within our left hands And lights his great halls Imperishable, omnipresent, devourer of cowards We travel quickly to cross his threshold Moved by hunger, divine inspiration, and transformation Wandering in discord and disharmony Inscribing sigils by gnawing bone To erect our temple and otherworldly throne Blazing wolves with flaming jaws Indwells our lawlessness Power of solace is transmitted And our howls are heard through the wind We lose our forms as our eyes whiten Creatures of totality And endless vanity Sons of Death Godheads! Godheads, here to give wailing warning! We are night We are silence We are war We are strength We are death Blurred figures amongst the trees Hunting by the light of the moon Or the glorious black sun This flaming water energizes our bloodline Through this lifeless forest To the nethermost gate At the kingdom of Nod We rest