A scorched earth
Darkness descends
There is only suffering
The spires offend
A cool mist creeps
To Confuse the soul
Naught but Flames
Wait below
Cinderstave in ruins
A gift to the skies
Spit in the face
Of their Devine
We scare the wolves
With a shrieking howl
The predators our prey
The time is nigh
A midnight revelry
Dances t'wards night skies
Like soot and ash
The illusion falls
Rotting flesh
no savior here
A foot in a trap
The beast draws near
The predators
Become the chased
Fall to thy knees
In futility pray
Invade the land
Pervert the minds
Destroy the man
Fuel the lies
Dissemination
A narrative
Driven in
promulgation Of their sins
The predators our prey
The time is nigh
A midnight revelry
Dances t'wards night skies
Like soot and ash
The illusion falls
Their promised kingdom
We watch it topple
Terrified hordes shriek and cry
They choke and wretch
Tears stream their eyes
At the stench of their burning shrine
A scorched earth
Darkness descends
There is only suffering
The spires offend
A cool mist creeps
To Confuse the soul
Naught but Flames
Wait below
Cinderstave in ruins
A gift to the skies
Spit in the face
Of their Devine
We scare the wolves
With a shrieking howl
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
A scorched earth
Darkness descends
There is only suffering
The spires offend
A cool mist creeps
To Confuse the soul
Naught but Flames
Wait below
Cinderstave in ruins
A gift to the skies
Spit in the face
Of their Devine
We scare the wolves
With a shrieking howl
The predators our prey
The time is nigh
A midnight revelry
Dances t'wards night skies
Like soot and ash
The illusion falls
Rotting flesh
no savior here
A foot in a trap
The beast draws near
The predators
Become the chased
Fall to thy knees
In futility pray
Invade the land
Pervert the minds
Destroy the man
Fuel the lies
Dissemination
A narrative
Driven in
promulgation Of their sins
The predators our prey
The time is nigh
A midnight revelry
Dances t'wards night skies
Like soot and ash
The illusion falls
Their promised kingdom
We watch it topple
Terrified hordes shriek and cry
They choke and wretch
Tears stream their eyes
At the stench of their burning shrine
A scorched earth
Darkness descends
There is only suffering
The spires offend
A cool mist creeps
To Confuse the soul
Naught but Flames
Wait below
Cinderstave in ruins
A gift to the skies
Spit in the face
Of their Devine
We scare the wolves
With a shrieking howl
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
When my son was learning to speak we would visit my in-laws out in the country and he would hear the coyotes howling and one of the first sentences he put together on his own was "Scare The Wolves" he was so sincere and you could see his little mind racing behing his big blue eyes with images of wolves off in the darkness coming, so when I wrote this album the first song I wrote was for him. To tell him Daddy wouldn't let anything come for him in the dark.
