Legions of ghouls The blackened sons and daughters Of the twilight bane We rise from shadows. With hearts like thunder, And eyes like burning coals, We march on the bastions, Where the tyrants have their tolls, The moonlight guides our vengeance, As fangs shine like steel, No more will we bow down, The blood of wolves we feel. A symphony of howls, Echo in the dark, We are the shadows, We’ll leave our mark, With sharpened teeth And silver blades, The undead rise On wings like Eagles. In the full moon’s glory Transform into the beast To kill the tyrants Piece by piece