"The Wolf's Resin" Lyrics

In the shadow of the valley the pain was born
And fear and freezing thrill
And cold sweet and shaking of lips
And chaos to the life has risen from the dead
From the forests of north he came
Bathed in rain of untamed hate
Bathed in splendor of glory?
I'm talking to you:
"Save yourself from hosts of a black oracle
For you will be exterminated"
Death to bodies and soul
The gore will blow
Bodies diverted to scraps
Rapid stream of black resin
Souls burning in the fire of anarchy
The pain is like a herd of wolves
It always follows the path of sweet blood