“fear rule my world still
has ruled it, shall rule it
meek is weak”
ill-boding wolfs blood
crowned in woe, death-stained
dread-gard queen
Sear the runes of wrath
the rependant writhes in remorse
niflhel - ware her venom
To be taught by tongue of treason
hoping nothing knowing nothing
ware her venom
Serenely cold-blooded
death embedded skin
wrapped around death-sin
words of unwise men
pierce all senses
pain, yes pounding pain
Hear the screams of deceit
the half-dead sneers in delight
niflhel - ware her venom
To be taught by tongue of treason
hoping nothing knowing nothing
ware her venom