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

Slippеd into this world from below

From the shadows they comе

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