Routa, Pt.2 - Wolfheart

Laying to rest

And summon the death

With profound and fierce fire

Cleanse the soul in the blaze

Of the ancient wrath

Searing grave

Black flames from the void

Tear thru the pyre

From fire to embers

With strength I burn

Resurrection of the fallen

Into the lifeless lands of the north

From the abyss from the core

From the depths of the damnation

The infernal regions

I was reborn into the coldest dawn

The coldest of them all

Once departed and reawakened

I carry the mark of the fourth rider

Of the pale horse

The bringer of death upon the earth

I was brought back with a coal-black soul

My heart beats sill forevermore

In the flames of the end I’ve been reborn