The wolves now come back again.
    
The moon has its sides, so dark and bright.
Like night and like day.
The lid on the grave opens and closes.
    
Wolves of nocturnal light.
The eclipse suffocates, death in sight.
    
The black sphere of death lurking in the hidden vaults.
The mother of all deaths.
The cycle of end time waltz.
    
Wolves of nocturnal light.
Wolves of infernal night.
Wolves of nocturnal light.
Wolves of the coming endless night.
    
One with the raven with the universe within...