Assemblage Of Wolves

Assemblage

A Servant of the horns

The oracle of truth and immortality

A shadow in our native land speaks a viper's tongue

and hears a sigil unfamiliar

The ghosts whisper their locations of falsehood

A horde rides forth against the light of the sun

In defense of sacred soil, our spirit is enchanted

and by their blood spilt we are cleansed.

A servant of the horns,

We are an assemblage of wolves

To take them from their Christian souls.

A shadow in our native lands speaks a viper's tongue

and bears a sigil unfamiliar

Angered are our pagan lords,

As we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes

Forever we lay, ever we lay

Ever are we the servants of the light of that consumes the shadow

Spit in the face of crucifixion we spill their blood in reclamation

Angered are our pagan lords, as we are crucified before the eyes of the hordes

My destiny is to spill Christian bloodlines

My loyalty lies to my native lands