Words and Music: Aryana
Behold, Lord of Snakes, watch out for your doom,
death comes upon you as black roses bloom
their scent is revenge, so bitter yet sweet
listen, Lord Valdo, your death is my creed.
Chorus:
Beware, Lord of Snakes, beware of the wolf
his bite is worse than his bark
poison his teeth, his blade yearns for blood
your blood and that of your breed.
Behold, breed of snakes, watch out for the knive
the blade that waits for you to take now your life
I do not fear you, I only can win
death is upon you, Snake-Lord and your kin!
Chorus
Behold, Snake-Lord
′s Mages, prepare now your spell
one does not fear them, who has seen the hell
try, find the wolf, meet his teeth and his blades
he ever is near you, in shadows he waits.
Chorus
Behold, Lord of Snakes, prepare now to die
death stalks upon you on night-black wing
′s flight.
Black roses now bloom in your nightmares so sweet
listen, Lord Valdo, your death is my creed!
Chorus
Be careful, Valdo of the Snakes, watch out, when the Starwolf is around...he will get you when you will last expect!