Mire Deep

Cult Of Luna

Compositor: Cult of Luna

A wolf pack gathering around the holy fire. To serve shadow master center bound.
Mighty eagles sore one last time. Over minions that found their demise.
Storm filled skies, feel death come crawling. Land of ice, black chief comes marching.
The vibration of mammoth striding. Ground is cracking, trees are trembling.
The sight of fearless creatures devastates. Empowered to the teeth.
Storm filled skies, feel death come crawling. Land of ice, black chief comes marching.
Almighty emperor. Guide me through mire deep.
Almighty emperor. Show me their true belief.
He, ursmens overlord.