Throne to the Wolves - Vore

Crimson burning horizons

Black smoke boils into the sky

We’ve sown the earth with carnage

And gorged on the carrion

Through the travail of ages

We’ve known the butcher’s toil

To sate our wretched gluttony

For avarice and turmoil

Endless, they’ve longed to suppress us

Denied the dark which resides within

Entranced, they seek to posses us

To indulge the beast upon the reaver throne

Know us as your enemy

Our numbers gather in darkness

Our fortress is the shadows

Cast by the sanguine moon

Priestess, burn the bones and drink the ashes

Summon our forsaken ones to us

Drawn by the conflict

Beckoned by this call of strife

Rise my brothers

Take heart, now take form

The time is upon us

For wolves to go to war