Of Carnage and a Gathering of the Wolves

Who are you, wanderer?
I can't remember
The wolves are gathering
The stars are shifting
Come, join us in the huntWho are you, wanderer?
I have the scent
Gaze into the mists
Feel the earth thawing beneath your feet
Come, bring down the preyThe wolves are gathering
The stars are shifting
This spectre at the feast
This nectar of the vineYes, I am the scythe in the field at summer
I am the thunder that awakens the earth
I am that which gives the night air its chillWho are you, wanderer?
I am far beyond the ken of men
My gaze shall make the night tremble[Incomprehensible]Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unbornWho are you, my son?
Father, I am annihilation incarnate