Wrath Of The Tyrant

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 emptinese
 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