Black Funeral - Vukolak

Ripping through a womb, blood filled, rotting stench - I awaken to the thoughts of devouring - Of serpent and dragon blood - Embodied with the spirit of the wolf - Awake, from the pits arise - To go forth in devouring passion - Thirsting for life eternal - I coil and raise up - Striking the sleeper by spirit - Tearing into the aura, drinking divinity - I will consume all until I am god - Ripping through the womb, birth by self love - No longer be held in a rotting tomb - Blood coursing through my veins - Keeping decay sleeping in twilight dreams - Spider-like talons scratching on your window - Open and receive - Away from the light - Darkness my cloak of sanctuary - I ascend in shadow by the light of the moon - Drinking... devouring...