It is the time of autumn.
Red eyes glare in the thick of the forest.
The nocturnal host, invincible in war.
In their depths of rustic Timmerian shade.
The wolves growl my name.
Come with hatred.
The hordes attend me.
Iaccept the sword of obscurity.
Blades with signs.
They invite me to see glory.
I do so for now.
I burn like the orb of night.
I ride towards the lord.
On the throne in the middle of woods.
She, the queen of night time wolves.
Her sad, lonely beauty.
Torments me as mine torments her.
With white flame, white power.
Devil's rapture, paison and honey.
Wraps me the spell, The Spell of white power.
She wants me to serve him.
I revere the strarlight, snow and beauty.
Ice grips my heart.
And I enter the pact of the evil one.
Promised in my dreams, so long ago.
I was possessed and moonstruck.
As the wolves are my own blood.
And the night is alive with a thousand sparkles of majestic winter.
And the snow crystals shine.
And I let blood flow from my blackest blade.
- 专辑：Varjot
- 歌手：Goatmoon
- 歌曲：Wolven Empress