A Wolf Cries In Anger

Inside my chamber illuminated by candlelight

The unholy shadows of my memories slowly dance

Reminding of a time of arrogance and hate

Of a diabolical war that once more shall be

A hate unfolded from the old black songs of evil

To command the destruction of the foul crucifix

A weapon forged from true unholy Black Metal

From which the flames blazed in the western sky in the spring of 1992