Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind Fog rising fromn the graves, frost rising from inside Under the banner of wolf the sign of devil Stigmatized as elder evil Marching on and on Upwards the devilhorns Holding the power to create but the will to destroy More than a lifestyle more than going out in uniform Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition Faustian eyes gazing thee speaking of wisdom We are the substance They're the accuser Every single word is a lie Hool'em all!