Swiftly I ride through desolate plains Travelling onward rising UP above the glades Dark preludes rage through a bellowing sky To a crimson palace of fate, where I die
Opening the gate of the wolves Where the light of life shall now fall Tearing my soul from its flesh Between my last breath and the shadows call
Figures robed in black Lead to the corridors And stage the play of another dimension Chase the orchestra of screams Tortured echoes of the fallen Decorate creation’s end with the blood of my divine flesh
Chaos wailed from the mouths of wolves From hellish realms our souls are reborn
Hymns choired by the damned Churn with the storms overhead Haunting tides toil up from the seas And thunder across razored rocks from below
Rising over the tower’s spire A storm weathered fate to play Wolves abound in the glowing mist No distance left between life and death Bloodwinds soak and hold me close For a taste of what lies beyond New desire strangles mortality Thrown to the wolves, my soul is free
Enter the gate of the wolvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
