Of wolfen dynasty and devil wings   Their icy blade draws blood   Drains this dying vessel   Beastly curse awakened      The crack of two fold demon whips   Tears the surface of the soul   Fall into ruthless maiming disorder   Succumb to the murderous drug of war      Relentless pounding in mind so frail   Words of wisdom, poetry ablaze   The black serpents doom, lurking ever near      Satan’s firstborn, the bolder race   Burns through this torrent of disgust   Unquenchable this thirst for death   Hunts as one, the minions of dark      A bolder race   Pale as the new snow   Erasing the past   Burning the books