Hour Of The Wolf
Phantoms haunting me
Specters in the night
Making me stare into the eyes of death
Bleak and mournful
Deities in disguise
Whispering curses with icy breaths
From the shadows they come
Relentless, their will be done
And all that you hold dear
Is bound to crumble
And come to dust
And come to dust
Priests of sorrow
Ushers of despair
Wraiths sprung from where the gloom has sound
Leaning down from above
Their faces close to mine
Slipped into this world from below
From the shadows they come
Relentless, their will be done
And all that you hold dear
Is bound to crumble
And come to dust
And come to...
Dust
Ghosts are haunting me
In the dead of night
Making me stare into the eyes of death
Awake and in dreams alike
In the hour of the wolf
I open my heart to their dark caress
