Forest of Doom

Holocaust

Forest of Doom


Tons of corpses forming a mountain of death 
rivers of holy blood flowing between excrement 
the stench of death is rising 
over trees and black clouds 

I hear laments of christians and angels 
praying for a god that doesn�t exist 
sometimes I think that humans are so feeble 
living into a false ilusion, within a fairy tale 

I walk betwwen winds of holocaust 
as a wolf behind lambs of god 
like a storming winter behind a dying sun 
The new era is coming and i am here 

Winds of holocaust 
destruction of weakness and the era of glory 
Winds of holocaust 
killing false prophets, the era of glory and wisdom are here 

Over trees rise the new sun, a new era of glory 
it�s rising and I am prud of my existence 
I am a white wolf hunting the sons of god