Wrath Of The Tyrant

(альбом: Wrath Of The Tyrant - 1992)

The wolves bark with wind in summertime
As the moon passes the shadows. It was a grim tale
The wolves pry the limbs from the conquered ones

Carnage consumes the emptiness
Wait till my spirits come forth
Violate all his chosen ones
Drink the fires of death

Carrying the deaths of his fallen warriors
Deep inside of him, in his eyes
Walk upon this Earth tonight
Carrying the staff of cold souls

Appear the sign of evil will

They appear, Death and Destruction
To a time when the angel cries
Open your eyes again now, he is here
He is the master of fear

He is the wind, He is the storm
He is the woods, He is the roots
Nobody will escape the wrath of the Tyrant
Forever the Beast shall wander the Earth