Testo di Der Werewolf

Before the Samhain full moon I position myself Facing the soil carved pentagram Candles incinerate black, smoldering the scent of Mars bellows in the wind... I cloak my skin in the flesh of the wolf and a mask of Demonic symbolism The lycanthropic strain engulfs my psyche and I feel electric alive... Holding the tetrahdron, the chant is called, Fenris is awakened...my eyes reflect red, Hungering, I walk the dense forestas the light of the fullmoon darkens the earth... And as I watch and feel the ghost rise...the energy builds, The acasual life envelops my being, to go into he world, To claw and devour the weak and fearful, beholden, upon a mountain... The purple lightning forms a sigil... Luna descends, the pleasures of flesh are mine!