Old Stigma - Negator

Arriving at the ancient gates, watching the road behind

Fog rising from the graves, frost rising from inside

Under the banner of wolf — the sign of devil

Stigmatized as elder evil

Marching on and on

Upwards the devilhorns

Holding the power to create but the will to destroy

More than a lifestyle — more than going out in uniform

Knowing the might of disastrous decomposition

Faustian eyes gazing thee — speaking of wisdom

We are the substance

There are the accuser

Every single word is a lie

Hook’em all!