Become the Wolf

By the river of signs
The shades shine bright
Crimson to the bloom
Lonesome howls at the moon
Grim shivers, down my spine
My fist, stands high
Wind echoing, my name
Black wings, shine bright
Covered in black lava
A sigil craved in my heart
Thunderous screams, my wolf
I reach for my stale cloak
I am the light
I am the wolf
Like a lion at the gate
The rebirth
Hail Satan!
My pride!
Hail Satan!
Stand high!