"The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smell
of decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder. Cycle of werewolf... Hells wrath
spawn, this night of rape and blood, I was born in the light of the fullmoon and
baptised in the scared blood of the wolf. Cycle of werewolf... Blood ritual I draw..."Snner Av Den Fimbulvetr
"Der Hvor jorden er evig kald, og deres hemelighetr gjemmes i de dype skoger, de mrke
skyer dras ned i den evig undergan lynets lyd slr mot en blodig himmel vinden fra
nord tar, med seg vr blasfemi til hel's distre rike, jeg vet at du oss ser, oh mor av de
mrke tider! Jeg vet at din makt er grenselse undergangen opptar din morke kraft..."The Thousand Tongues Of Medusa
"She's got the long fangs of a boar, two smooth golden wings, she's got bronze hands,
with sharp claws, her poison blood running through her ophidian corpse is magic, it's a
cure, a real fucking venom linked to Gaia, it gives life to a warrior, a winged horse, nobody
resists her diabolical eyes! Convulsions of pain and hate, endlessly cripple her frost face......"|
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