KRIGERE WOLF LYRICS

1. Whispers Of The End

[Instrumental]

2. Towards The Black Mass

Toward the black mass

The gates are just wide open to the storm,
the occult’s essence is going to start dissection,
Gungnir will elevate your damned blood,
the domination spread your darkness toward the black mass.

“We are invoking the spirits of the fire
and you can just wait the last breath
and we are looking for nothing but your death,
we must sacrifice your soul to hell”.

We'll cut the blood eagle for our God,
Odin!!!
We'll toast in your honor with his blood,
I believe in the memory of warrior's night,
I will always try to defend myself and fight.

With the fire in my eyes, I declare you son of death,
I raise my sword to the sky to sacrifice yourself.

“Here he is approaching,
Wodan the stormy,
the guardian of the rainbow bridge,
that I called with my prayers.
I ask you, father of the runes,
to give me the power
to interpret your will”.

The gates are just wide open to the storm,
the occult’s essence is going to start dissection,
Gungnir will elevate your damned blood,
the domination spread your darkness toward the black mass.

3. Disciples Of Sacred Fire

Disciples of sacred fire

Glory of war, oh god of flames,
crucifixes reflecting on your eyes,
sons of fire, mirror of death,
stone faces and hearts buried on ice.

Disciples of sacred fire,
the sacrifice of what is material, of what nothingness has,
take and desecrated in this time of darkness,
pull this blood and make it your idol,
perverse and massive dark horses around you.

Sons of Fire, souls of horror and war,
sons of the flame, masters of terror and the earth.

Disciples of sacred fire,
draw with your blood the face of your spirit,
desecrate this soul, stained of lighttake and mark it with black seal,
nourished yourself of your superb power
lift in the sky the swords and cross them,
while you, tormented and suffering soul
turn toward the hell and the damned.

I feel the fire, feel the heaviness in my eyes,
I see only darkness, the ashes of a body swollen with anxiety.
I look at the sky, night in it, tormented by burning flashes,
I hear the wind sing, the leaves speak, silence cry,
I am the Son of Fire.

The nocturnal hymn of death goes with you
perverse and massive dark horses around you,
while you invoke the black
sanctity shout the triumph of your battle.
Disciples of Sacred Fire.

Sons of Fire, souls of horror and war,
Sons of the flame, masters of terror and the Earth.

4. Sacrifice To Valaskjàlf

Sacrifice to Valaskjàlf

Marked and desecrated by
the infinite of dark lord inside
the reflect of his face on the sword,
obscuring the vision of the world.

Suffering and agony,
raising the skull to the sky,
the silence is announcing that
the victim of sacrifice will reside forever.

Now, I see in front of me,
the altar of hate and meat,
sacrifice to Valaskiàlf,
the end of life and your useless past.

Ritual of the seven calices of blood!
Captured and sacrificed to feed the wolves!

Scream of conquest,
shedding the blood in your honour,
wise warlord,
the face of death in your eyes.

Marked and desecrated by
the infinite of dark lord inside
the reflect of his face on the sword,
obscuring the vision of the world.

Now, I see in front of me,
the altar of hate and meat
sacrifice to Valaskiàlf,
the end of life and your useless past.

Ut anima mea receptaculum roboris tui fecundum sit...

5. Blood To The Wolves

Blood to the wolves

Between the obsessive darkness, wolves in feast,
together to the souls into the mist,
and my darkness can watch over the universe,
around damned spirits over the fighter’s curse.

Blood to the wolves, you can see the force of no god,
frozen atmosphere from the breath of Yggdrasil’s roots.

Look at the light with his eyes blacked out,
impaled body and soul will be brought,
in the realm where only the damned dare to enter,
no mercy for the glory of your defender.

Blood to the wolves, you can see the force of no god
frozen atmosphere from the breath of Yggdrasil’s roots.

Haunting and glacial wolves, thirsting of your blood,
howl sitting in front of your grave, acclaiming your transition,
looking up at the full moon, shines the flame of Odin God,
the protector of the warriors who living to the underworld.

Through the murmur of the wind, Odin breathes and keeps the leaves
fall and decompose and then reborn in the form of nourishment for the earth,
and I see him hanging at 'tree of knowledge, and listening to his song
that instills in my heart the sacred fury and the force of the wolves.

Wolves take this blood and make it the fruit of your divine strength,
your shadow will spread the darkness of your occult desecration.

Between the obsessive darkness, wolves in feast,
together to the souls into the mist,
and my darkness can watch over the universe
around damned spirits over the fighter’s curse.

6. Impaled Slaves

Impaled slaves

Spear that, pointed,
will make perpetual your soul,
in the kingdom of damned,
in the circle of slaves,
offering your spirit to the crows,
offering your soul for your blood.

Impaled slaves, surrounded by,
the dark angels of the north of the icy bloody lands.
On either side of the altar, wolves in banquet,
will make an end to, to the human material,
with cry and blood.

The gates of the castle of death,
closed in the Viking’s darkness.
Frozen air and the smell of putrefaction
No escape, no chance of salvation.

Impaled slaves,
killed and offered to the spirits of the night.
Oppressed,
Killed and tortured by the sons of Evil.

The gates of the underworld,
prisoners of the sons of darkness,
frozen blood and smell of death,
no escape, no chance of salvation.

Pouring the blood in the skulls,
marching toward the torture,
bestial sacrifice,
desecration of the body and blood.

7. The End Has A Beginning

The end has a beginning

This is the march
towards the end of time,
in wich the wind will take away the souls
floating in the darkness wild,
voices that speak of the fighter's glorious rides.
The voice of the trees
and the light of the fire
will oversee the sleepers
in the night of the revelation.
The mind will cross the universe,
riding the waves of the oceans
will dominate the world,
fire torches lit to celebrate the triumph
of the swords and shields,
inside the caves
where you can smell the warm blood
and the cold and the darkness
never cease to exist.
Wolves in feast for their father,
dominant in the sacred battle in Ragnarok.
Wolves will be quenched
by the blood of the giants,
defeated by the absolute power
of the omnipotent.
The sky will open toward a new universe,
the end will have a beginning.
The Valkyries will bring the winners
into the black seal,
the mountains will be glorified
and rivers of blood will flow
through the forests of the north,
between the prayers
and the mist of the night.

8. Vision Of Death

Vision of Death

Vision of Death!!!
Glorious and holy hills of Asgaror,
macabre frame of war,
the light of darkness and evil is setting on them
preparation of the final battle begins.

Vision of Death!!!
Sons of Muspell, giants of fire,
Gungnir, spear of ice!!!
Will feed on your blood.

Armed warriors between light and darkness,
blood feasts in the name of Odin,
the deep roots of Yggdrasil shakes the earth,
while the world is about to fire off in a long ordeal.

Vision of Death!!!
Sons of Muspell, giants of fire,
Gungnir, spear of ice!!!
Will feed on your blood.

Son of Borr,
wielding your spear,
tear the black soul of Surtur,
the mist will heal your wounds.

Vision of Death!!!
Glorious and holy hills of Asgaror,
macabre frame of war,
the light of darkness and evil is setting on them
preparation of the final battle begins.

Vision of Death!!!
Sons of Muspell, giants of fire,
Gungnir, spear of ice!!!
Will feed on your blood.

9. At Open Gates

[Instrumental]








KRIGERE WOLF LYRICS