The chatter among the folk is to persevere
Of the woe & horror of the full moon
When it complained against her skies
From the cold loneliness of winter
Then they feared that the wolf was near
Awake is its old majesty
There is a day when someone thought to have seen
In her lius, which he splits with it
Shadow that he spreads,
The shadow of one ukiend Mackt
Der dend howled against his God in infernal Prackt
Dend Diefvel's herald, he ravaged
From Kandt to Kandt, & many aff Mandeett disappeared
On dend she lights, he binds; and Hell's Wolf,
He kills while the Abyss roars
The curse is certainly here
Aff the Thiefvlen he was given a gift
There by witchcraft he embraced the Wolf
Ey, he is no longer a slave of God
There at midnight wandered over hollow graves
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Amongst men words went
Of the Full Moone's woe.
When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye
From the lone winter's colde
They fear'd that the wolf was nigh
Awakened its Majestie of olde
Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw
In Her light that he splits
with the shadow he casts
The shadow of a force unknown
Howling at its God in splendide infernall
This Devil's Herald, he hunted the land
And many a man disappear'd
Where She shines, he binds; the Wolf of Hell
He kills o'ver the rumbling Abyss
The Curse is certayne
The Beast below bestowed on him a gift
And by Magick he to wolf was bound
No more was he a slave to God
At midnight treading on hollow grave

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