Assemblage Of Wolves 歌词

Assemblage A Servant of the horns The oracle of truth and immortality A shadow in our native land speaks a viper's tongue and hears a sigil unfamiliar The ghosts whisper their locations of falsehood A horde rides forth against the light of the sun In defense of sacred soil, our spirit is enchanted and by their blood spilt we are cleansed. A servant of the horns, We are an assemblage of wolves To take them from their Christian souls. A shadow in our native lands speaks a viper's tongue and bears a sigil unfamiliar Angered are our pagan lords, As we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes Forever we lay, ever we lay Ever are we the servants of the light of that consumes the shadow Spit in the face of crucifixion we spill their blood in reclamation Angered are our pagan lords, as we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes My destiny is to spill Christian bloodlines My loyalty lies to my native lands