Lux Eterna du Mal

Hail The Wolfthrone

Lux Eterna du Mal


Magnificent brotherhood from winters of time 
Become in me one 
In sweet black wings of gathered pagan magic 
The perfume of angered moons seduce the forests paths 
Lies all our essence and the poetry for the mighty in the crying night 
Shall we behind the sun possess this planet with abysmal thunders 
Over the cross that oppressed so much 
That cross from that we devoured once with no mercy the flesh of Christ 
In velvet lighting phantoms of diabolical howling doom 
In the world of the dreamers the awakened ones are gods 
The brilliant Light of Lucifer will always remain darkness in the eyes of the blind 
The mist reborn as our army of assault 

Thy tongue is fulfilled of the knowing brother wolf 
Thy claws of our immortality hate and packs command 
Against weak humanity pandimensional massacre 
Hail chao-sophia 
Eternally the wolfthrone as oldest nights transform in us 

The caverns pronounce our secret names 
The sky rains of our secret blood 
On the woodlands the speak of lycanthropic communion grows 
Triumphant eerie children of war 
Our breed shall domain eternal 
As this earth is cursed for the eye of wolfen warrior madness 
Nothing purifies the strong so well as the spilt blood of our enemies