Dead, Spectral Wolfmoon

Through the darkening showersOf wrath I see the signAnd the unhallowed hearseThe infernal nightskyDevours the restless deadHighest mountains never reachThe altars of incantationNightwinds breed the fireMajestic descendOf the summoned oneMoonshade flamesOf conquerring blasphemyI fierce hearse throughThe nightskyWheels cry thunderIn gospel of the hordesMoonshade flamesBreathe blackened breathMoonshade pale in dismal dreamFlames Breathing angerMoonshad Realm of stife and painFlames Cloak of the hereticsWrapped in a veilOf grim silence andSinging songsOf the arctic heathenheartsI throw myself under the hoofsOf the black hordeSeen through the eyesOf the pagan coachmenSelf-sacrifice will release my spiritImperial funeralDead, Spectral wolfmoonMoonshade Sword of the essenceFlames A scent of dark soulsMoonshade Why must life be?Flames Consume all harmonyMoonshade The eternal nightrealmFlames burn forevermore