Mare — Kampfar

In the shadows it's crawling Towards the pale light In the moonlight It twists and turns

When the darkness is freezing From the blood of the moon And the howling is bleeding your name

From the cold winds of the moon It's spreading like rats In the cold light It turns into red

In the shadows its crawling Towards the pale light In the moonlight It twists and turns

It's cold

It's riding, its riding The devil in red It's crawling, its crawling A devilish triumph under moon It's riding, its riding The darkness prevails It's freezing, its freezing In the blood of the moon