Pure Lycanthropic Art

In the name of Satan I was born Beneath a full funereal moon Instilled in me, the spirit of wolf Lycanthropy breeds in my soul Sadistic winds call me to carpathian forests... Where the wolves howl hymns of slaughter and blood Beyond the disgrace of God I join force with the pagan being In conspiracy against God Wolves of dark forest command me To slaughter Jehovah's lambs, his hordes I want to watch them bleed I want to watch them die Tear away their flesh See their suffering in my eyes I watch the lambs bleed I watch the lambs die I tear away their flesh See their suffering in my eyes With joy I see right before me Jehovah's suicide Hung to death on the tree of life Before a power greater than his The carnal spirit of man emerges triumphant! Pure Lycanthropic Art In God's death a golden dawn breathes forth In the name of Satan I was born... To feed on those who wander Lusting for the heavens... Fenrir's spirit lives on... Even as the burning moonlight wanes My hatred will always burn again!