Lyrics - Wolves From The Fog by Moonspell

Near the howling...
As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black,a cold
Moon shines and the red sombre eyes awake, the forest whispers
Whispers my unholy name, from a frozen mis
I rise,
I
Wolf rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign.
Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal.
Oh!
Fausts and ninfs the joy of
Nahima,
Mistress of the
Sabbat.
Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns.
Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh....and once again from the fog, with horns on headcame the
Wolf carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice,a beauty to this
Walpurgis
Eve.
As, to the sombre image of our
God,the
Wolf with
Horns
I walk!

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