And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers, the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the wolftribe
We hereby evoke
New Kingdom of Might
Restitution of laws
Eternal Quest
Amongst the ruins
From wood of cross
To tree of Elhaz
We re- evolve
Exerting free will for chosen
We grip them by the throats
Groans of pain are the melody
From our dreams
Heaven, the rubbish- shoot
For pestilence
Lardy-dardy god
And his son- the Bastard One
All misgovernment of the light
And followers – the lambs
Now are the history
Of our ferocious world
We are the Wolftribe
Ruckle of fools
Mob in trepidation
