Finished by the Wolf Lyrics

Under a black eclipse, where everything is crushed, mutilated by the wind of sorrow,
Skin the face of the leprous Christians.
Eradicated by our holy doctrine, blown by the wind, the putrid stench of death
In foul mists where corpses are lain in hoards,
Piled up on the bloody battlefield where I cursed them
The Devil still laughs at them!
No Remorse, we are the sons of Death! Under the battle drums roar victory
The occult march of our devotion for Satan, finally finished off by the wolves
Under the black sun, the divine moonlight shows the fangs of bestial rage
Forsaken in agony, upon his wooden cross, carve the INRI on the condamned’s brow
Pierce his flesh with nails into entrails.
Crushed! Outcast!
Fallen prey to the wolves, burn this wicked and mutilated corpse of that bastard called Jesus Christ