Kings, maidens, ravens and wolves
Feast at the dusk with the favor of the gods
Celebrating orgies turn into lunacy
The hatred grows stronger
One eyed god rejoice - the seer reveals the signs
Christian lambs drinking death as sweet blood red wine
Northern winds pushing them towards suicide
A red moon rising
Feasting for mayhem
For a war which will be
Hailing the mayhem
And swear loyalty
In a snowy forest near the battlefields
Sacrifice degenerate in a butchery
Upon the vanquished lords the shades of lycanthropy
Surrounded by darkness
The spell of runic rites at the equinox dawn
Will draw the great abyssal beasts buried into the ground
Screams of anguish drowing out the other sounds
They bleed for the gods
Feasting for mayhem
For war shall be
Hailing the mayhem
And swear loyalty
The hatred grows stronger
A red moon rises from the haze of the abyss
The dead claim their retribution
Soaring their horns for a war which will be
Mayhem...
