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! Whispers 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 Sabbat.
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!
S. Colvin - L. Klein Maybe somewhere in the southern hemisphere There could be room…
Küçük bir dünyam vardı beni buldun orda İkimizi de alamazsın artık Güzel varlığının teklifi karşısında…
we tried to get along we tried to just get through but something here is…
Storm clouds won't bother to gather She cashed in and cut the tether She's gone,…
Gittide gitti sevgilim gitti, Ardına bile bakmadan gittide gitti, Bu gönül onundu almadan gitti, En…
white walls . cold light . beeping sounds people gathering around . a beautiful tune…