Starving for the flesh of winter wolves
He approaches the evil lurking
Destined to devour your heart and guts
Spreading your blood under the forest
Greedy for the death of the empire
Peeking at the outskirts of his evil
The cold leaves your skin pale and rough
Leaving your shape to the death
His prey found, weak and helpless
Feeding on the sacred chalice of death
The creature of the night strikes at his neck
Drinking all the blood from your corpse
supported by 5 fans who also own “Bewitched Beast”
It's Wampyric Rites.. you can taste the brutality and feel the knife across your skin. If you howl at the moon or have an insatiable bloodlust.. this is for you. \M/ jimboa7x
supported by 5 fans who also own “Bewitched Beast”
Guys describe it perfectly.
This is magical, sad,eternal,hatred,emotional.
All in one.
Love so much the piano here and guitar riffs are spectacular.
🖤 SANDRA.N.696
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024