gathered are they, the wolves

from the north

and the tribes of

the underworld hordes

heathen men

from pagan wastelands

joined with them have they



the stench of blood. holy blood!

have penetrated their woods and

fields too long

ravens flew as messengers

from hill to hill



they brought harsh

blasphemous chant

as ancient as time it self

whispered by the wind which

cries for the waning moon



the beholders of the cr0ss, shall

be mesmerized by fear

their fate denies the fact of such

creations



man, beast-the hordes of the

underworld

bound by chains foged by

pagan blood

to night they shall feast

tonight the ravens and wolves

shall feast

upon blood, of those of the

light who beholds the cross

beneath the remains of a civilisation



centuries of sorrow!!!

centuries of pain!!!