Wrath Of The Tyrant

The wolves bark with wind in summertime

As the moon passes the shadows, It was a grim tale

The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones

Carnage consumes the emptinese

Wait till my spirits come forth

Violate all his chosen ones

Drink the fires of death

Carrying the deaths of his fallen warriors

Deep inside of him, in his eyes

Walk upon this Earth tonight

Carrying the staff of cold souls

Appear the sign of evil will

They appear, Death and Destruction

To a time (when) the angel cries

Open your eyes again now, he is here

He is the master of fear

He is the wind, He is the storm

He is the woods, He is the roots

Nobody will escape the wrath of the Tyrant

Forever the Beast shall wander the Earth