Wolftribe

Lardy-dardy god And his son - the bastard one All misgovernments of the light All followers, the lambs Now are the history Of our ferocious world We are the wolftribe We hereby evoke New kingdom of might Restitution of laws Eternal quest Amongst the ruins From wood of cross To tree of Elhaz We re-evolve Exerting free will for chosen We grip them by the throats Groans of pain are the melody From our dreams Heaven, the rubbish chute For pestilence Lardy-dardy god And his son - the bastard one All misgovernments of the light And followers - the lambs Now are the history Of our ferocious world We are the wolftribe Ruckle of fools We are the wolftribe Mob in trepidation We are the wolftribe We are the wolftribe