Writhe - Beneath

When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog I saw my grey brother Wolf Drinking my blood My body lay on the snow Disabled Mortally wounded I The last of t

The white hand Proud and strong by ruling the realm of isengard White As Consciousness of illuminated mind spirit became flesh Symbolized by the Hand That's tru

When the dark clouds in the sky full of the black ravens Announce the time Of great trial Each man takes his sword His shield and sets out on a Journey Where so

Sharp thorn hurts a noble man to let him know the taste of blood But the intruder must beware of him Because death sleeps in every Thorn In the garden of human