Listen- To the wolves howl The wolf howl Is the overture of the knell  Your death bell The shadow of the moon Illuminated deep by candle lit I am the sword.  Transylvania-house of the warlock Invoking the lycanthrope  Under the starlight of vast constellation Chariots of fire, cracks of thunder  The perfect exposition as the wolf awakens from slumber...  Twilight of the gods Who philosophized with the hammer  Dawn of the Titans  Who unchained the wolf, Fenrir Terminus of their gleaming flame Of their gleaming eyes glaring towards  The shadowed valleys seen under full moons  The wolves will win the battles and the wars In the wake of fire  The burning church Incense to the incantation  To wolf spirits from Carpathian darkness deep in the lonely forest  Oracle of the inverted pentacle Predicted the rise of the wolf And now time shall be the storyteller  For the outcome of their victory Blood, death, and fire The trifecta of power and might, glory and pride To black wolves haunting the night In the torment of Jesus Christ Hatred forging a hexagon  In the glade as vast as creation and time  Red as their exsanguination  The wolf's howl, its chant, is our incantation.  Walk upon the skulls of decrepitude  Where grow the flowers of impending doom.  Look deep into the sky and see The summoner of wolves, the full moon.  Listen to the command  From the script of time For puissance  To climb The trees  Of victory and destiny.  Man against man Fighting to be king of kings  But only the wise realize  The wolf among sheep will always reign And in the inferno Eternally you will know The sight of the lycanthrope's shadow!

Imagine, if you will 5 eyes staring back at you From the inverted pentagram Each one sees from their portal of their abyss Immune they are to death's final kiss But you are not The funeral bell grows louder and faster with time Tongues speaking and phlebotomizing the sublime Enflamed becomes the ancient mariner's rime As you hear the bell toll one last time (And then you die)!

Horned halo Darkhorn  Transfixation  At his constellation  His name is Capricornus  Halo horned  Dawn of a black sun  Darkness illuminated the goat of Mendes  To hell we reign On throne gold.  By The Oracle of the Inverted Pentacle Wolfhounds howl a nocturnal prayer The first vernal butterfly Reminded my eyes Of the last caw of the crow In a garden rich with roses I saw the inverted pentacle That reminded my mind Of these visions from a past time Sadistic Blasphemer is my epithet My name is long lost amongst the orchard rich field To be the hunter or the hunted In a world of steel The crying firmament...is the power and glory of the usurpation of the Macrocosmos The mourning doves flew so silently As A tyrant became a god To be The pride amongst the stars Sailing through ancient cosmic skies across the vast emptiness To a kingdom So far... So silently did the doves fly in the morning To drink deep the firmament' lachrymation The Lachrymose precipitation Grief-stricken Waters On Via dolorosa To the emperor, Who decrees, thusly: "The universe submits to me And amongst all streams of human sorrow I am its quintessence". His eyes, a stare into your souls A stare like the winter so cold Red as the running blood And blacker than the blackest night The cold winter winds, your skin they bite On a lonely winter night Bleakest sorrow Flying free like the sparrow Abandoned The flock of birds disappear Such as them I am the lonely sparrow Melancholy sings my name Her whispers chill my bleeding veins The sword all of joy slain And dark love dies in my empty hands I could not cry for its death My tears had frozen They could no longer flow Like the river once had in an ancient time Bells rusting I could smell the dust settle from the wind in throe Pain, its fire brightly glows. It illuminates a way shining like gold But worthless, as the lies unfold As I open my eyes I open my arms and cry One last time.......