Dying Spirits (Tsjuder)

Under the rising moon Man's spirits rise As they believe to soon reach The pinnacle of ecstacy Under the full moon one can hear Wolves screaming In the dead of night Commencing the gruesome war Of the spirits With man anaware of The shattering of their dreams Under the declinig moon Wolves gather To make a tribute To the decay of man's spirits Under the black moon The wolves rejoice As their victory is complete In the Darkness Ravens fly