The True Werwolf - Beast Of Grand Torments Songtexte

The forest sings it's morbid lamentations
Accompanied with all the depraved souls who
wander eternally in these cold woods
Frightened shrieks and sounds of the beast's hunt silently echo
A wolf, the king of dark wilderness
With painful hunger in search for blood and orgasm of death...

The beast of grand torments...

In the nocturnal landscape the fear walks before the hunter
A cold breath in the frosty bushes creates ice crystals so morbidly beautiful
The sign of the beast of grand torments...