Finnugor - Lycanthropic Warmasters lyrics

Broadswords, battle axes

Daggers and body shields

Thousands of flaming torches

Overrun the battlefield

Constellation of black stars

Condemnation of black gods

Darkness sighs with breathing smile

Madness strikes with snapping bites

Thousands of knights and serves

Are advancing against their tyrants

The bastions of the castle are burning like timber

Lycanthropic warmasters are roaring like thunder

The smell of fear is fluttering in the breeze

All the blood in the hearts start to freeze

You will meet your fate on this fiery night

Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite

Armours are suseless to get on!

This will be your Armageddon!

The Root of all evil has been growing

For neverending centuries, it's growling

Under the darkest tunnels of the castle

Hidden like a dying rabid wolf: it's useless!

Constellation of black stars

Condemnation of black gods

The Root feeds the warlords

With the vigour of werewolves

You will meet your fate on this fiery night

Salvation will be yours by a flesh tearing bite

In your fear you'll forget the stories about Heaven

This day will be your execution, your final Armageddon!