Testo Lone Wolf Cry - Ostara

Lone Wolf Cry

Look upon this world of secrets
Look upon this work of demons
Tell me what you won’t believe,
Crescents rising, crosses falling
Martyrs dying, Heroes mourning
Is it the war that makes the peace?
Hunter riding in the night
And the moon is rising high
In every triumph there is grief,
Hunter rising in the night
And the moon is riding high
Beauty now must bleed
Like the lightning in the sky
Falling softly and so fleeting
In the morning you will see it die
Like the thunder in our hearts
Tolling bells from broken steeples
In the morning hear the lone wolf cry
Could it be how could it be, my love?
Look upon this world of shadows
Strung upon this earthly moment
Like a crooked crucifix,
Legacy of truth and terror
History made by amnesia
From that wound we’re never free