Yee Naaldlooshii

With the face of a wolf he ascends as he stalk the night With the blood of a brother on his hands, his evil deeds are rife The face of love turns black into the face of death The powder of the dead bones lets you leap into the realm Yee naaldlooshii "He is he who walks on all fours" Fire, fire - he is the wolf with sharpened teeth Fire, fire - the walking death, the naaldlooshii Fire, fire, fire fucking firе Survive the claws that rule thе night, get his name til' dawn arise From the north and the south he will bring his evil to the east No more a man of flesh, transformed into the beast Bringer of another dimension, from this the darkest realm Come plague and take your breath, now death is at the helm

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 22, 2026