Sworn By The White Wolves Blood

The end belongs to none but youCreated from dust and empty soulsYou'll soon return to the voidA destiny worth of nothingYou all nasty creatures of godWill regret you ever livedYou the Nazarene, bastard crownedYou shall feel the spear once moreOur kingdom - the nightEverlasting - when humanity endsFor the glory of SatanAnd all human your father madeOh, we'll laugh at their ashes greyUntil the winds from the sea blow it awayIn the dark war, endlesslyThe moon, the cries of wolvesThe ancient timesOnly night brings a feelingTo this "human" body of mineNothing in common with lifeOnly death is REAL