The Fullmoon Strain Lyrics

Winter holds the world tight in its grip
Pulse of raped nature flows unheard beneath the ice
By the frozen lake we gather
And raise our voices to the starless sky

Moonshield's eclipsed by the silhouettes of black
As in the shadows we are bathed
Defilers, outcasts, the unwanted bastard sons
Our revenge begins to take its shape

Into the dark we wander
With torches in hands, yet no god in our hearts
Your curse is our blessing
Servants to none

In a land where waters freeze forever
And no bird dare return
Hear the words of our oath resound
As all life rests buried in pale white snow

Moonshield's eclipsed by the silhouettes of black
As in the shadows we are bathed
Defilers, outcasts, the unwanted bastard sons
Our revenge begins to take its shape

Vengeance takes its shape