Ghostwolf - Genus Ordinis Dei

The winter cold has killed my preys

I stand alone in this stifling white hell

My brothers silently are dead behind me

I can only go toward my fate

Moon, show me the way

I feel smell of virgin blood and flesh

My predator eyes see the golden calf

A shiver runs through my clouded mind

A single try between life and death

Moon, show me the way

Your children howl to you their prayer

Claws rip the skin

Fangs pierce the throat

Red dirties the white rug

Moans excite my being

«The nature is forced…

By the reason of its law»

Moon, show me the way

Your children howl to you their prayer

Moon show me the way

Your children howl to you their prayer