Hour Of The Wolf Testo

Phantoms haunting me
Specters in the night
Making me stare into the eyes of death
Bleak and mournful
Deities in disguise
Whispering curses with icy breaths

From the shadows they come
Relentless, their will be done
And all that you hold dear Is bound to crumble
And come to dust
And come to dust

Priests of sorrow
Ushers of despair
Wraiths sprung from where the gloom has sound
Leaning down from above
Their faces close to mine
Slippеd into this world from below

From the shadows they comе
Relentless, their will be done
And all that you hold dear
Is bound to crumble
And come to dust
And come to...
Dust

Ghosts are haunting me
In the dead of night
Making me stare into the eyes of death
Awake and in dreams alike
In the hour of the wolf
I open my heart to their dark caress