Angelbite

In the frost of magic
Weak ones are spellbound
And we behold the true light
Idols of men are slaughtered therein

They revolted truthfulness
Like spoiled rebels
They are the rape of the earth

From behind the bitten cold
We rise beside our wolves
True masks unfolds our hate
Which leads us to where we reign

They spoke to the almighty one
Like a herd of dogs
They are the tools of the earth