Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind
Fog rising fromn the graves, frost rising from inside
Under the banner of wolf – the sign of devil
Stigmatized as elder evil
Marching on and on
Upwards the devilhorns
Holding the power to create but the will to destroy
More than a lifestyle – more than going out in uniform
Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition
Faustian eyes gazing thee – speaking of wisdom
We are the substance
They´re the accuser
Every single word is a lie
Hool´em all!