...The wolves run through The evergreen snow forest Unsould bodies dragging on the dark wood path Driven by wolf servants of Astarte Soul senses are shocked to the naked ground Here where bodies were lying dead Now they have dragged away in the dim forest Madness has given wings to their souls And a wind lures them towards the vale of revenge Listen! To the tumult of the blasphemous harmonies Come from the shadow of the dome of pain Where mans empty bodies Were locked inside Astartes cages of steel As the dawn release its sun drops Astartes crimson light summons Themthe souls To her place of the evil shades existence When a storm will break from the shadow skies Souls and bodies will become one and then...
astarte, body, soul, wolf, forest