Old Stigma

Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind
Fog rising from the graves, frost rising from inside
Under the banner of wolf — the sign of devil
Stigmatized as elder evil
Marching on and on
Upwards the devilhorns
Holding the power to create but the will to destroy
More than a lifestyle — more than going out in uniform
Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition
Faustian eyes gazing thee — speaking of wisdom
We are the substance
There are the accuser
Every single word is a lie
Hook’em all!