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 splendoure infernall
This Devil's Herolde, 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