Tons of corpses forming a mountain of death
rivers of holy blood flowing between excrement
the stench of death is rising
over trees and black clouds
I hear laments of christians and angels
praying for a god that doesn�t exist
sometimes I think that humans are so feeble
living into a false ilusion, within a fairy tale
I walk betwwen winds of holocaust
as a wolf behind lambs of god
like a storming winter behind a dying sun
The new era is coming and i am here
Winds of holocaust
destruction of weakness and the era of glory
Winds of holocaust
killing false prophets, the era of glory and wisdom are here
Over trees rise the new sun, a new era of glory
it�s rising and I am prud of my existence
I am a white wolf hunting the sons of god