Denethor Reaping Souls
In times when the fullmoon rises beyond the mountains
And the wolves start howling
Black souls are gathering
In front of the gates of heaven
To rape the virgin who's been worshipped for centuries
On the icecold winds
Ravens are circling above
The moon is reflected in our eyes
Sparkling with warlust
As we storm the gates of heaven
In the forest
Wolves are coming together
Raping the lambs of your pathetic "god"
We are harvesting the blighted crops
As the winds swirls through the air our hearts are filled with sorrow
