In the Wake Ov the Wolf

His fangs carve a bloody swathe; red stains the maiden’s gown
Blood and the snow
Her bonds tighten, her cancer stands to attention
Blood and the snow
Cough black tar into the dust
The devouring son is risen
Pray the earth is swallowed by the sun
An infinite night
This cold is all consuming, I dread these shadows looming
The sun is setting with the lights burning low
Horned crowns and cloven hooves; the unthinking callow youth; these demons walk
with a sickness in two
I feel it growing
I feel it growing
Walking the earth; creatures of deception, loathsome since birth
Blood. Snow. Herald of fire. Voice of ruin
This cold is all consuming, I dread these shadows looming
The sun is setting with the lights burning low
Horned crowns and cloven hooves; the unthinking callow youth; these demons walk
with a sickness in two
Horned crowns and cloven hooves
The unthinking callow youth