Nazgul

Keltiberian Werewolf Warriors

Nazgul


The wind blows on the cold winter nights as snow falls 
In distant forests where time stands still 
High grow the sacred trees 
Where the spirits of the damned fauna dwell 
Pale the full moon spreads her light 
Leading the children of the shadows 
Those who were banished to the darkness of the night 
With the arrival of the stranger's cross 

Under a circle of sacred stones 
The elder spokes the name of the beast 
That in arcane ages guided and possessed the warriors souls 
Making them fierce on battle 
Spirit of the great grey shadow 
Who made of the forest your keep 
And of the mountain your kingdom 
You were god for the pagans 
And devil for the Christians 
who under their churches' light celebrate your death 
they, the children of the god-man 

Now under the winter full moon of samhain 
The pagans call upon thee 
Runes are carved in our swords 
and shields as before 
Your spirit will live in our hearts, 
your eyes will be our eyes 
This is the night of revenge 
When blood will be drank in forbidden rituals 

Snow falls upon our faces on this November night 
As the full moon guides the 
souls of the Iberian Werewolf Warriors