He is father to the mighty wolves
raising only grey sons
Hidden deep in forgotten lands
in caverns there he feeds revenge
An army of silent predators
a hundred thousand heartbeats strong
To the cry of the midnight owl
he sets his children free
The coming of the wolves
The coven of the wolves
Skies once cloudy with industrial death
Scarlet moon clear above the mountains black
Hammer of hearts and steaming breath
They thunder into nighttime fields
To conquer this world of man
a ravenous sea of blood and fangs
Flames rise from once-holy spires
to decimate their hollow lives!
Pouring from blackend spaces
between these towers of green
Streaming forth in deadly silence
tearing veins and ripping throats
The coming of the wolves
The coven of the wolves
Take back their hunting grounds
Reclaim their fatherlands
Grey storm surges
cloaked in robes of Mother Night
Seething in silence
Red eyes gleam burning fire
Black and grey the horde comes
howling with eternal glory
skies once cloudy with industrial death
scarlet moon clear above the mountains black
hammer of hearts and steaming breath
howling with eternal night
to conquer this world of man
a ravenous sea of blood and fang
flames rise from once-holy spires
to decimate their hollow lives!
supported by 17 fans who also own “Coven of the Wolves”
What an impressive piece of black metal. This one-man hurricane is pure art. Sgah‘gahsowáh creates an haunting atmosphere. He puts so much soul in his music. Sælzer Bub
supported by 16 fans who also own “Coven of the Wolves”
I'd say Havukruunu is the rightful holder of the Crown and the mantle of Quorthon. Epic choirs, vikingesque themes and tales from the other times, of the Finnish paganism back in the days before our ancestors were brought to the cross and forced to kneel while feeling the bloody sword of saviour on their throats made to kiss the hand of murderers who burnt thousands, tore down our holy places and took our holy days. Eyes teary I listen to these songs, never forgiving the crimes of the cross! Peikonmieli