I, the overlord,
Branded by the moon,
Son of Fenhrir,
throned kahn of wolves,
will plant my seed deep within spawning virgin flesh.
With a grip so unyielding, for eternity you'll be my bitch; my slave.
The only way out is the grave.
One look through my blood-lusting eyes and,
with I, your soul forever lies.
Deep within the Prophecy.
I am the lycan of which there will be no release from.
Locked in a crypt drenched with human decay.
Corpses turned to slime, withered to bone, smashed to dust.
There's no way to claw your way out.
Forever enslaved to birth the beast.
The Lycan Prophecy shall be fulfilled. An army of wolves beckoned by shrill. You're stuck in the muck within the land plagued by the Prophecy. Becoming the wolf, their hands branch out towards the skies.
Eyes now illuminated, unleashing the pain and suffering.
Just as quickly as my children are born, so comes the shit-storm, indubitably claiming the fate of humanity.
Spreading her legs. Thrusting my head.
Blood spewing out of her slit erupting the silk from within.
Ripping apart her vaginal skin.
Bloodthirsty and tearing our way through the woods. Townspeople be praying. Praying!
As we make haste towards this city not even
the "Lord up above" can stop us from feasting.
Mangling the first victim I see.
Thrashing my claws.
Gnashing my teeth.
Feeding on flesh, a child of three.
Slashing, Bludgeoning, peeling the flesh from bone.
Bathing myself in blood that flows like water through the roads. Total eradication. We will leave nothing left.
We will pillage and rape this whole town until we bring them the pain to which they lay claim.
This filthy fucking shit you call a race is ours for the taking.
We lords of the underworld, we hounds of darkness now rule the earth. The beginning of the end has come to claim the fate of humanity.
We will stop at nothing to carry out the Prophecy.
We will kill. We will destroy. We will rape everything in our path. The skies turn black, the moon forever luminescent.
The sway she holds keeping wolves transmogrified.
They'll case in dismay "To whom do we owe this suffering?"
Your existence will be reduced to slavery.
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You will not be able to sit still to this. It's heavy and modern but will satisfy your old school needs never the less. First class banging material with great sound and very well done vocals. This release turned out to be even better than I expected. Golgothan are killing with style 🤘 mourner
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Abigail Williams has had a weird career with hiatuses and lineup changes, but they have finally perfected their sound on Walk Beyond the Dark. This album has such a refreshing and natural feeling that makes it one of the top atmospheric black metal albums of recent years. Ryan