Old Stigma

Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behindFog rising fromn the graves, frost rising from insideUnder the banner of wolf – the sign of devilStigmatized as elder evilMarching on and onUpwards the devilhornsHolding the power to create but the will to destroyMore than a lifestyle – more than going out in uniformKnowing the might of disastrous decompositionFaustian eyes gazing thee – speaking of wisdomWe are the substanceThey're the accuserEvery single word is a lieHool'em all!