| Lyrics: | 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! Whis-
pers
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 Sab-
bat.
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! |
