Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind
Fog rising fromn the graves, frost rising from inside
Under the banner of wolf – the sign of devil
Stigmatized as elder evil

Marching on and on
Upwards the devilhorns

Holding the power to create but the will to destroy
More than a lifestyle – more than going out in uniform
Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition
Faustian eyes gazing thee – speaking of wisdom

We are the substance
They´re the accuser
Every single word is a lie

Hool´em all!