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 it's crawling Towards the pale light In the moonlight It twists and turns It's cold It's riding, it's riding The devil in red It's crawling, it's crawling A devilish triumph under moon It's riding, it's riding The darkness prevails It's freezing, it's freezing In the blood of the moon