Dead, Spectral Wolfmoon

Through the darkening showers

Of wrath I see the sign

And the unhallowed hearse

The infernal nightsky

Devours the restless dead

Highest mountains never reach

The altars of incantation

Nightwinds breed the fire

Majestic descend

Of the summoned one

Moonshade flames

Of conquerring blasphemy

I fierce hearse through

The nightsky

Wheels cry thunder

In gospel of the hordes

Moonshade flames

Breathe blackened breath

Moonshade pale in dismal dream

Flames Breathing anger

Moonshad Realm of stife and pain

Flames Cloak of the heretics

Wrapped in a veil

Of grim silence and

Singing songs

Of the arctic heathenhearts

I throw myself under the hoofs

Of the black horde

Seen through the eyes

Of the pagan coachmen

Self-sacrifice will release my spirit

Imperial funeral

Dead, Spectral wolfmoon

Moonshade Sword of the essence

Flames A scent of dark souls

Moonshade Why must life be?

Flames Consume all harmony

Moonshade The eternal nightrealm

Flames burn forevermore