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Hear the calling, whispered command,

possessing all limbs by a stream of boiling blood,

descending from a blazing light in mind

opening the Third Eye.

Become Werewolf in the cold winter midnight,

a Full Moon in the middle of darkness,

be ready to get out.

Hear the calling, whispered command,

follow the path to sacred desolation

and with heavy pace, leaving

deep track by deepest track

among the pale snow and sparse thin trees

surrounded by vaporous breath

until to reach the chosen circle.

Hear the calling, whispered command,

raise your arms to The Cold Wintermoon,

admire the frozen boreal darkness and power,

let the pale pulsing glare of all stars embrace,

let Death reveal Eternity, with this Hate

let Death reveal Eternity, among this Frost

let Death reveal Eternity: this is true Hatefrost.