Vermörd - Blessed By Wolves Lyrics

Scarred and pounced
Blood thirsty like the evening moon
A faint of darkness
Glimmer of the beast

Bruised and defeated
I'm changing minds like a scurried victim
A surge of confusion
A darkness resided in me

Taken but not taken
Trained by the holy moon
Transylvanian hours chill my soul
Risen by instinct
Baptized in filth

Forest among a man that's not enslaved
Adaptive in its nature
One with the cold chills and howls
Initiative and intelligence in it's nature

Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken I am!

How hard have I fallen from grace
But my morals are intact
No harm to the undeserving
Fears hatred towards events

How hard have I fallen from grace
But my morals are intact
No harm to the undeserving
Fears hatred towards events

Blessed by wolves!
Let the hate flow easily and naturally
I am a god amongst men
Immoral and instinctive in this life

I find myself gearing toward infectious lust
Scalped of my own life
Gearing towards genocide
Gearing towards genocide!