As Wolves Amongst Ruins

We are as wolves amongst ruins! Oh, ye sons of Apollo crowned Whose final rays depart Safeguard thy Father's embers In the sanctum of thy heart And stand unbent Unbroken in storms untamed And let the winds Stir your embers to blazing flames! We are as wolves amongs ruins! Oh, ye sons of Apollo horned Whose inferno now shines in the Hell Bear witness to the end An Aeon's death-knell Our final jubilation Shall be in the tolling of its bell! Morse Triumphalis We who arise within our fall Oh, te sons of Apollo horned Whose inferno now shines in the hell Bear witness to the end An Aeon's death-knell As wolves among ruins As wrathful gods amongst decay Before the gates in hell The sword of justine bequeathed to slay As wolves among ruins As revenants of Father's past Hearts darkened with the light A black sun doth cast " Who is worthly of the name of man? Who does not want to be tested and Does not look for a dangerous task? For the strong man inaction is torture There is only one sight able to command The attention even of a god..." -Seneca Stand unbent Unbroken in stormns untamed And let the winds Stir yout embers to blazing-flames! We are as wolves amongst ruins! A cycle ends Yet we stand in the night depraved To salute the dawn While flling to our graves