Lord of the Woods

Greased with the ointment of Him

Dressed with the wolf's skin

Cloaked in darknessI raise my arms towards Nanna

I beg, plead to you, make me a werewolfMake me a beast

Of the moon's shape

Cut my thighs

Breed my inner wolf

You outstanding phantom of darkness

Make me a werewolf, advance to me dark oneI (now) run though mist-covered trees

I smell the children's vital flesh

My howls freeze the earth

Smell the horrid deathLord of the woods

WerewolfYou shalt bleed

Blood unto me

I am the beast

Of the forestMy eyes burn red like fire

My claws gleams under the grey fur

I slash your neck

I tear out your entrails

I open up your chest, your blood

And feed upon your heartLord of the woods

Werewolf

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