Blodulv Divine Perversion Lyrics:
Cold chiseled dagger
Of necrolore a spear of might
Wounds running deeper
Cuts are of devils teeth

Master cold, lower me down
To the desolation that carries my name
To the worlds that cower beneath me
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My divine perversion twisted black

The northern face of these hills
The bitter face of disgust
With murderous precision
With a demon cloak of armor
Violently territorial

This lair of damnation
In November's rusted chains
By the boiling blood of saint
The dark will cut it's mark
Lyrics: Divine Perversion, Blodulv [end]