Deep where the darkness embraces The emptiest gulfs of frost In the unknown, mystic places They wait where all trace of light is lost In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing As countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething They stir and they awake from their ominous sleep To smother the spark of ascension To see apotheosis die With a ceaseless malignant intention The relentless wolves of the sky Wolves of never-ending scourging Their timeless claws the bane of men Existing only for the purging To hear the carillons of funeral chime again In silence still as death they lie, cold and never breathing As countless aeons, slowly, upon countless aeons creep Then, as another wellspring of emerging life starts seething They stir and they awake from their ominous sleep A thunderous urge, like a scream Their ancient minds begin to gleam To smother the spark of ascension To see apotheosis die With a ceaseless malignant intention The relentless wolves of the sky