Hour of the Wolf

Phantoms haunting me Specters in the night Making me stare into the eyes of death Bleak and mournful Deities in disguise Whispering curses with icy breaths From the shadows, they come Relentless, there will be done And all that you hold dear Is bound to crumble And come to dust And come to dust Priests of sorrow Ushers of despair Wraiths sprung from where the gloom has sound Leaning down from above Their faces close to mine Slipped into this world from below From the shadows, they come Relentless, there will be done And all that you hold dear Is bound to crumble And come to dust And come to Dust (dust, dust) Ghosts are haunting me In the dead of night Making me stare into the eyes of death Awake and in dreams alike In the hour of the wolf I open my heart to their dark caress