Of Carnage And A Gathering Of The Wolves

Who are you, wanderer? I can't remember The wolves are gathering The stars are shifting Come, join us in the hunt Who are you, wanderer? I have the scent Gaze into the mists Feel the earth thawing beneath your feet Come, bring down the prey The wolves are gathering The stars are shifting This spectre at the feast This nectar of the vine Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer I am the thunder that awakens the earth I am that which gives the night air its chill Who are you, wanderer? I am far beyond the ken of men My gaze shall make the night tremble [Incomprehensible] Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn Who are you, my son? Father, I am annihilation incarnate