Rotted Trunks In The Infinity

Trunks Are Moss-grown

Branch Plaited In Embrace

Dance Of Icy Wind

Among Sleeping Woods

Covers Up Lonely Wolf's Track

Wild And Lonely Wolf's Track



I Sweep Animal's Cold Eyes

Over Deadly Scenery Of Wood

Under Shiny Grey Fur

There Are Lethal White Fangs

Welcomes Silver Fullmoon In The Night



I Smell By The Wind

Scent Of The Blood

My Vision Becomes Sharper

I Am Like A Wolf



My Hearing Receipts

Inauddible Whispers From Beyond

My Spul Is Howling To The Moon

My Body Took Over

Inhumen Nibleness

My Mind Are Full Of Lust

I Am Like A Wolf