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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 sings bohemia

Trumpets loud bacanal, fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima

Oh! Mistress of the Sabbat.

Soon we will 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!