Wolf to Man - Nightrage

The scent of fear still clinging to our tracks

As darkness swallows our betrayal

The pack now closing in, nowhere to hide

Sharp teeth to consummate the kill

The scent is in the air

A smell of blood that taints our trail

The stench of what we are, PLAGA

Homo homini lupus est

The wolf of man, a last caress

Homo homini plaga est

A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest

The scent is in the air

The stench of sickness that we leave behind

A celebration of our past

A plague that bear our name to end our time

This sickness that we are can’t last

Plagued!

The scent is in the air

A smell of blood that taints our trail

The stench of what we are, PLAGA

Homo homini lupus est

The wolf of man, a last caress

Homo homini plaga est

A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest

A scent of fear that swallows our betrayal

Plaga, a sickness that can`t be cured

As Wolf To Man

Homo homini lupus est

The wolf of man, a last caress

Homo homini plaga est

A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest