Of wolfen dynasty and devil wings
Their icy blade draws blood
Drains
Sore cold forest slavery
Under the rigors of winter
Violent shadows killed
On autumns rancid soil
Coldness seeping from my wounds
Curls my skin
Buried in filth, shocked fury in chaos
Where darkness grows, shadows
Overture of rising opposition
Driven forge of afflicted tolerance
Killing god of
Locked within Luciferian stronghold
A damnation terminal
Makes this flesh the tr
With the strength of the ages
With the might of the
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