| How the moon leer’s at thy ignorance
|
| Ye who laughest in the face of Death
|
| Know ye not its ever-gaping jaws?
|
| They always hunger
|
| Oh they wake up from their slumber now
|
| Heeding the call of the wild
|
| From the shadows they come forth
|
| Abominations of the north!
|
| Murderers, spawn of might impregnated by many a blackened will
|
| The stalking horror
|
| For long time gone
|
| Hungry now for the kill
|
| Holy guardians of the secrets nocturne
|
| For which many a man have burned
|
| And so the nightwinds cry out their dreaded warning wail
|
| The wolves have returned
|
| Beware!
|
| The wolves curse
|
| Beware!
|
| The dark
|
| Fear!
|
| The lupus lunae
|
| At night, beware!
|
| Dwellers of the threshold
|
| Children of the night
|
| Predators and punishers, fearless yet feared
|
| The stench of putrefaction and of long dead blood follow their steps
|
| Ever so near
|
| Beware!
|
| The wolves curse
|
| Beware!
|
| The dark
|
| Fear!
|
| The lupus lunae
|
| Fear!
|
| The return
|
| Approach them not with doubt in heart
|
| Disturb them not in vain
|
| Only the cursed ones
|
| The wild at heart may enter their domain
|
| A lawless realm where chaos breeds and howls most foul asound
|
| So stay away, ye who is of god
|
| This is enemy ground
|
| Beware!
|
| The wolves curse
|
| Beware!
|
| The dark
|
| Fear!
|
| The lupus luna
|
| Beware!
|
| Watain
|
| Kerberos are We The three-pronged spear
|
| Shape-shifters, always hungry
|
| Far beyond the grace of God lies the lair
|
| Where shadows fall
|
| Beware! |