Mare - Kampfar

In the shadows it’s crawling

Towards the pale light

In the moonlight

It twists and turns

When the darkness is freezing

From the blood of the moon

And the howling is bleeding your name

From the cold winds of the moon

It’s spreading like rats

In the cold light

It turns into red

In the shadows its crawling

Towards the pale light

In the moonlight

It twists and turns

It’s cold

It’s riding, its riding

The devil in red

It’s crawling, its crawling

A devilish triumph under moon

It’s riding, its riding

The darkness prevails

It’s freezing, its freezing

In the blood of the moon