Hear the howling...
Narration:
As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black, a cold Moon shines
And the red somber eyes awake, the forest whispers... Oh! Whispers my
Unholy name
From a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign...
Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta
When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal
Oh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sabbat
Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns
Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh
...And once again from the fog, with horns on head came the Wolf
Carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Walpurgis Eve
As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I walk!
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