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! Whis-
pers 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 Sab-
bat.
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!
(Spring 1992)