“Fear rule my world still
Has ruled it, shall rule it
Meek is weak”
Ill-boding wolfs blood
Crowned in woe, death-stained
Dread-gard Queen
Sear the runes of wrath
The rependant writhes in remorse
Niflhel - Ware her venom
To be taught by tongue of treason
Hoping nothing knowing nothing
Ware her venom
Serenely cold-blooded
Death embedded skin
Wrapped around death-sin
Words of unwise men
Pierce all senses
Pain, yes pounding pain
Hear the screams of deceit
The Half-dead sneers in delight
Niflhel - Ware her venom
To be taught by tongue of treason
Hoping nothing knowing nothing
Ware her venom |
