Denethor - Reaping Souls lyrics

In times when the fullmoon rises beyond the mountains

And the wolves start howling

Black souls are gathering

In front of the gates of heaven

To rape the virgin who's been worshipped for centuries

On the icecold winds

Ravens are circling above

The moon is reflected in our eyes

Sparkling with warlust

As we storm the gates of heaven

In the forest

Wolves are coming together

Raping the lambs of your pathetic "god"

We are harvesting the blighted crops

As the winds swirls through the air our hearts are filled with sorrow