Nightrage - Wolf to Man

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The scent of fear still clinging to our tracks
As darkness swallows our betrayal
The pack now closing in, nowhere to hide
Sharp teeth to consummate the kill
The scent is in the air
A smell of blood that taints our trail
The stench of what we are, PLAGA
Homo homini lupus est
The wolf of man, a last caress
Homo homini plaga est
A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest
The scent is in the air
The stench of sickness that we leave behind
A celebration of our past
A plague that bear our name to end our time
This sickness that we are can’t last
Plagued!
The scent is in the air
A smell of blood that taints our trail
The stench of what we are, PLAGA
Homo homini lupus est
The wolf of man, a last caress
Homo homini plaga est
A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest
A scent of fear that swallows our betrayal
Plaga, a sickness that can`t be cured
As Wolf To Man
Homo homini lupus est
The wolf of man, a last caress
Homo homini plaga est
A kiss of death, we’re laid to rest