Throne to the Wolves Songtext

von Vore

Crimson burning horizons
Black smoke boils into the sky
We've sown the earth with carnage
And gorged on the carrion
Through the travail of ages
We've known the butcher's toil
To sate our wretched gluttony
For avarice and turmoil

Endless, they've longed to suppress us
Denied the dark which resides within
Entranced, they seek to posses us
To indulge the beast upon the reaver throne

Know us as your enemy
Our numbers gather in darkness
Our fortress is the shadows
Cast by the sanguine moon

Priestess, burn the bones and drink the ashes
Summon our forsaken ones to us
Drawn by the conflict
Beckoned by this call of strife

Rise my brothers
Take heart, now take form
The time is upon us
For wolves to go to war