Finnugor Lycanthropic Warmasters
Broadswords, battle axes
Daggers and body shields
Thousands of flaming torches
Overrun the battlefield
Constellation of black stars
Condemnation of black gods
Darkness sighs with breathing smile
Madness strikes with snapping bites
Thousands of knights and serves
Are advancing against their tyrants
The bastions of the castle are burning like timber
Lycanthropic warmasters are roaring like thunder
The smell of fear is fluttering in the breeze
All the blood in the hearts start to freeze
You will meet your fate on this fiery night
Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite
Armours are suseless to get on!
This will be your Armageddon!
The Root of all evil has been growing
For neverending centuries, it's growling
Under the darkest tunnels of the castle
Hidden like a dying rabid wolf: it's useless!
Constellation of black stars
Condemnation of black gods
The Root feeds the warlords
With the vigour of werewolves
You will meet your fate on this fiery night
Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite
In your fear you'll forget the stories about Heaven
This day will be your execution, your final Armageddon!
