Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind
Fog rising fromn the graves, frost rising from inside
Under the banner of wolf the sign of devil
Stigmatized as elder evil
Marching on and on
Upwards the devilhorns
Holding the power to create but the will to destroy
More than a lifestyle more than going out in uniform
Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition
Faustian eyes gazing thee speaking of wisdom
We are the substance
They´re the accuser
Every single word is a lie
Hool´em all!