Of wolfen dynasty and devil wings
Their icy blade draws blood
Drains this dying vessel
Beastly curse awakened
The
crack of two fold demon whips
Tears the surface of the soul
Fall into ruthless maiming disorder
Succumb to the murderous drug of
war
Relentless pounding in mind so frail
Words of wisdom, poetry ablaze
The black serpents doom, lurking ever
near
Satans firstborn, the bolder race
Burns through this torrent of disgust
Unquenchable this thirst for death
Hunts as
one, the minions of dark
A bolder race
Pale as the new snow
Erasing the past
Burning the books