Powerwolf

Our mother God we hold the sword in holy times
We are the war, we never see the light
The order call, we all will take more human wine
And we toast to the night
We fold our hands we keep the bible in our minds
Our father God we are hordes of Cain
And though you run we will take you and we find any type any vein
We drink your blood, when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood, and we call the sanguine saints
We drink your blood, when the midnight sky is red
We drink your blood, and we open your veins
Our father Lord we are the demons of the wild
When all we pray, stand the fight as one