Caught in a web of living night I and my brothers nine, shackled by the trees A sentence served for spitting in the face of death We await our primal judge's wrath
Out from the tangled black, the She-wolf comes Grim eyes aglow with sorcery Wrought of earth, wind and rain and dark desire Drawn by vengeance and warm blood in the cold night's air
Each night, the Wretch returns Each night, a Volsung falls Tonight, when she returns for I, the last, Tonight I will answer death's call
Far off in the house of my captor, Signy comes to my aid A trick of the senses, the price of a chance A trap of honey upon my face I must not die like a rat in this night, fruit of the Barnstock be fed I will drink of the bastard-kings blood and see all his children dead
Now the Bitch approaches Bloodlust in her eyes As I stare into oblivion All doubt within me dies
A pause before the kill she stops to taste the trap As the tongue of death slips past my lips I clench it in my jaws and rip it Up from the rootsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
