Wolves From The Fog - Moonspell

Near the howling…\nAs the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black,\na cold Moon shines and the red sombre eyes awake, the forest whispers\nWhispers my unholy name, from a frozen mis I rise, I Wolf rise!\nAnd my brothers will attack under this blood sign.\nWolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.\nWhen the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal.\nOh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sabbat.\nSoon we’ll be embraced by our father — the one with horns.\nSatan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.\n…and once again from the fog, with horns on head\ncame the Wolf carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice,\na beauty to this Walpurgis Eve.\nAs, to the sombre image of our God,\nthe Wolf with Horns I walk!