The Lycanthropy

Listen- To the wolves howl The wolf howl Is the overture of the knell Your death bell The shadow of the moon Illuminated deep by candle lit I am the sword. Transylvania-house of the warlock Invoking the lycanthrope Under the starlight of vast constellation Chariots of fire, cracks of thunder The perfect exposition as the wolf awakens from slumber... Twilight of the gods Who philosophized with the hammer Dawn of the Titans Who unchained the wolf, Fenrir Terminus of their gleaming flame Of their gleaming eyes glaring towards The shadowed valleys seen under full moons The wolves will win the battles and the wars In the wake of fire The burning church Incense to the incantation To wolf spirits from Carpathian darkness deep in the lonely forest Oracle of the inverted pentacle Predicted the rise of the wolf And now time shall be the storyteller For the outcome of their victory Blood, death, and fire The trifecta of power and might, glory and pride To black wolves haunting the night In the torment of Jesus Christ Hatred forging a hexagon In the glade as vast as creation and time Red as their exsanguination The wolf's howl, its chant, is our incantation. Walk upon the skulls of decrepitude Where grow the flowers of impending doom. Look deep into the sky and see The summoner of wolves, the full moon. Listen to the command From the script of time For puissance To climb The trees Of victory and destiny. Man against man Fighting to be king of kings But only the wise realize The wolf among sheep will always reign And in the inferno Eternally you will know The sight of the lycanthrope's shadow!