Outdoors rages storm,
telling story about pain,
that was caused by people.
Talking about people's brutality,
it saw our real beast form.

They were our food,
their bodies in crypts,
cold from head to feet.
How many of them will die,
before someone stop those beasts ?

We are eternal,
nobody can stop ours malice.

We are disease, plague,
in the shadow of the moon,
on the light of sun,
we will come back.

We are wolfs in sheep's clothing,
we hurt, we kill,
nobody did nothing.

I hear the bell
we are lost,
so that's right - we end up in Hell.