Call of the Fullmoon

Eternal fog over damp forests Darkness showered with sparks of stars Birches in the night turn white with trunks Winding stream by forest braid. Call of the fullmoon! The body overcast by fur. Wolfish howl so loud! Going to the bloody deed... In the ravines, old bones turn white, Marked by sharp teeth. Travelers here are uninvited guests Meat for cannibals-wolves. Call of the fullmoon! The body overcast by fur. Wolfish howl so loud! Going to the bloody deed... White fangs razor shine, From sharp claws terrible wounds. Splash of blood from a torn throat, Irrigates the earth with a scarlet fountain.