flames reflects in my eyesthe wildness and hate are bornI draw the magic signs in the airthe pride, act of holy bastards burnthere`s no more place for themthere`s no day, only the moon and the nightI turn into ashes all the holynessI destroy the altars of contempt with my swordthen I hide in a blackrain, naked treesthe depths of the forests are my homeas the wolf I appear this nightas the wild dog I`m howling with lust for blood and hungerI`m the warrior of the night obsessed by hellbringing hate, pain and desireI observe the blackwitches of beautyprotected with the shadow of my sword