A Wolf Cries In Anger

Inside my chamber illuminated by candlelightThe unholy shadows of my memories slowly danceReminding of a time of arrogance and hateOf a diabolical war that once more shall beA hate unfolded from the old black songs of evilTo command the destruction of the foul crucifixA weapon forged from true unholy Black MetalFrom which the flames blazed in the western sky in the spring of 1992