Wrath Of The Tyrant-Emperor

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