Hail The Wolfthrone

Magnificent brotherhood from winters of time
Become in me one
In sweet black wings of gathered pagan magic
The perfume of angered moons seduce the forests paths
Lies all our essence and the poetry for the mighty in the crying night
Shall we behind the sun possess this planet with abysmal thunders
Over the cross that oppressed so much
That cross from that we devoured once with no mercy the flesh of Christ
In velvet lighting phantoms of diabolical howling doom
In the world of the dreamers the awakened ones are gods
The brilliant Light of Lucifer will always remain darkness in the eyes of the blind
The mist reborn as our army of assault

Thy tongue is fulfilled of the knowing brother wolf
Thy claws of our immortality hate and packs command
Against weak humanity pandimensional massacre
Hail chao-sophia
Eternally the wolfthrone as oldest nights transform in us

The caverns pronounce our secret names
The sky rains of our secret blood
On the woodlands the speak of lycanthropic communion grows
Triumphant eerie children of war
Our breed shall domain eternal
As this earth is cursed for the eye of wolfen warrior madness
Nothing purifies the strong so well as the spilt blood of our enemies