Versuri HARVIST - Wolfskin Clad
Album: HARVIST - Wolfskin Clad
The flicker in the bleakness of night the lycan draws nigh as if spit from Satan's wrath forever to dwell in the shadows Oh, mother moon, bare not ill upon this head Oh, master night, encloak one wishing to disappear How ones hate will carry and nourish ones own hunger and warm like something infernal cursed and poisoned In the moonlight, it splits, as violently as murder a beast left howling at it's god in despair