Wolfs piosenki

Joining in the dark forests The fog hides the secrets The corners of wolves and the cries of crows They are the pace of that night's full moon For the agitation to realize that something is wrong The disagreement between two different breeds The Sir fro...

Columbine Massacre I kill those of who do not like, Play out what I want and not destroy what we hate Cold morning, the gray sky morning A date is cursed one hundred and ten(110) years ago Black birds fly agitated Minds able to see what few veem Walk...

Life is for the weak...Death is the glory... To look inside of myself I feel sick at what my condition imposes The filth of my race It makes me feel hatred of me Enter into deep depression Me isolation on bleak forests Living me increasingly conformed...

My body cold as a corpse I hear the dead call my name the night cold eye to the sides and I see nothing I go to the forests where the demons dwell I see them coming out of the trees my body cold, I feel that I am dying the crows screaming in the sky k...

Nice to see they die My desire to see the carnage Generated by the sufferings of those who surround me Live entirely for the pleasure of delivering They the death, the anguish in which I live I like to hear their screams of terror On the night of his m...

Oitentist Hate It was full moon night Through the fog In the midst of a satanic ritual Born hate eighties Coming from the depths of hell At the time there was fear Where false had no time Born hate eighties Fucking black metal eighties Old warrior...

Panzerfaust... The Glory of War in Human Minds The night arrives and the fear of death is stronger Shots were heard from afar, we welcome a new war I see blood dripping on the floor and screams of horror are exalted Panzerfaust is destroying everything...

The nostalgy on a rainy day On a rainy day I go into depression The cold takes care of my being In these times I am in full nostalgia Memories and thoughts of death The fog takes care of forests Paths lead us into the woods The more I go More I feel...

The struggle of demons by my soul I look at my pale skin cold night put a knife so that I see my blood drain I feel nothing when the knife rips my skin my life has become a curse my eyes are full of blood I see the demons following ... I do not feel fe...