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