Nastrond - Lord of the Woods Тексты

Greased with the ointment of Him
Dressed with the wolf's skin
Cloaked in darkness

I raise my arms towards Nanna
I beg, plead to you, make me a werewolf

Make me a beast
Of the moon's shape
Cut my thighs
Breed my inner wolf

You outstanding phantom of darkness
Make me a werewolf, advance to me dark one

I (now) run though mist-covered trees
I smell the children's vital flesh
My howls freeze the earth
Smell the horrid death

Lord of the woods
Werewolf

You shalt bleed
Blood unto me
I am the beast
Of the forest

My eyes burn red like fire
My claws gleams under the grey fur

I slash your neck
I tear out your entrails
I open up your chest, your blood
And feed upon your heart

Lord of the woods
Werewolf