Uploaded August 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
WEREWOLF RECORDS PRESENTS:
ERZEBET (col) "LA IRA DEL INFIERNO" EP
00:00 INTRO: TORMENTO
00:40 POSEIDO POR LA LUJURIA DE ASMODEO
04:15 RITOS DEL SABBATH
06:27 LA IRA DEL INFIERNO
Available on seven inch gatefold vinyl limited to 500 copies at werewolf.fi
WEREWOLF RECORDS PRESENTS:
ERZEBET (col) "LA IRA DEL INFIERNO" EP
00:00 INTRO: TORMENTO
00:40 POSEIDO POR LA LUJURIA DE ASMODEO
04:15 RITOS DEL SABBATH
06:27 LA IRA DEL INFIERNO
Available on seven inch gatefold vinyl limited to 500 copies at werewolf.fi
![WERWOLF (The True) Frozen throne... (split with DRUADAN FOREST) [OFFICIAL][HD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/kqsCq6xbm3Y/mqdefault.jpg "WERWOLF (The True) Frozen throne... (split with DRUADAN FOREST) [OFFICIAL][HD]
WERWOLF Frozen throne of the final winter of endless sorrow (The funeral of all life), taken from the split CD/LP with DRUADAN FOREST.
Invoked from mystical pagan darkness in spring 2017 at the Carelian Battlegrounds by Graf Werwolf.
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Lyrics:
Where ice crystals shine... On frozen cenotaphs of a forlorn kingdom...
Where the last raven flies across this endless
dismal landscape of snow and sorrow...
There it stands, the desolate throne of my winter kingdom of sorrow.
Built on the pyramid of the skulls of the weak and frozen into time
at the eclipse when the ashes of the world killed the sun.
The skeletal remains of the towers that clawed heaven
now stand like spectral branches in the horizon.
No laughter will ever be heard again, just the lamentation of a timeless snowfall.
No light shall flicker in the endless blizzard
that carves the wings of the forsaken throne.
A phantom of mourning dances around the
coffin of the macrocosm in endless barren sadness.
When all scriptures were swallowed by a majestic fire and reveries
were transformed to ashes, it was only silence that remained.
All is buried, and all is forgotten.
When the wings of the last raven fail, life ceases to be.
No one will remember the wolves... Only the fullmoon mourns its brethren.
The winter of endless sorrow... The funeral of all life...")
