Become the Wolf - Corpus Christii

By the river of signs

The shades shine bright

Crimson to the bloom

Lonesome howls at the moon

Grim shivers, down my spine

My fist, stands high

Wind echoing, my name

Black wings, shine bright

Covered in black lava

A sigil craved in my heart

Thunderous screams, my wolf

I reach for my stale cloak

I am the light

I am the wolf

Like a lion at the gate

The rebirth

Hail Satan!

My pride!

Hail Satan!

Stand high!