As Wolves Amongst Ruins

We are as wolves amongst ruins!
 Oh, ye sons of Apollo crowned
 Whose final rays depart
 Safeguard thy Father's embers
 In the sanctum of thy heart
 And stand unbent
 Unbroken in storms untamed
 And let the winds
 Stir your embers to blazing flames!
 We are as wolves amongs ruins!
 Oh, ye sons of Apollo horned
 Whose inferno now shines in the Hell
 Bear witness to the end
 An Aeon's death-knell
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 Our final jubilation
 shall be in the tolling of its bell!
 Morse Triumphalis
 We who arise within our fall
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 Oh, te sons of Apollo horned
 Whose inferno now shines in the hell
 Bear witness to the end
 An Aeon's death-knell
 
 As wolves among ruins
 As wrathful gods amongst decay
 Before the gates in hell
 The sword of justine bequeathed to slay As wolves among ruins
 As revenants of Father's past
 Hearts darkened with the light
 A black sun doth cast
 " who is worthly of the name of man?
 
 Who does not want to be tested and
 does not look for a dangerous task?
 For the strong man inaction is torture
 There is only one sight able to command
 the attention even of a god..." -Seneca
 Stand unbent
 Unbroken in stormns untamed
 And let the winds
 Stir yout embers to blazing-flames!
 We are as wolves amongst ruins!
 A cycle ends
 Yet we stand in the night depraved
 To salute the dawn
 While flling to our graves