Hear the howling...
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-
from a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise!
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-
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
carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Wal-
As, to the somber
image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I