Besatt - The Time of the Wolf


Rotted trunks in the infinity 
Trunks are moss-grown 
Branch plaited in embrace 
Dance of icy wind 
Among sleeping woods 
Covers up lonely wolf's track 
Wild and lonely wolf's track 

I sweep animal's cold eyes 
Over deadly scenery of wood 
Under shiny grey fur 
There are lethal white fangs 
Welcomes silver fullmoon in the night 

I smell by the wind 
Scent of the blood 
My vision becomes sharper 
I am like a wolf 

My hearing receipts 
Inauddible whispers from beyond 
My spul is howling to the moon 
My body took over 
Inhumen nibleness 
My mind are full of lust 
I am like a wolf

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