There she stands upon the naked hill
Gazing into the dark
Beneath the surface of the silver moon

The eternity embraces Her sorrow
As She howls in a frightful awe
And the spears of dead trees bow before Her

This is the time of magic
The apogee of pagan triumph
Where life surrenders once again
To the might of sudden death

Hail the beautiful Wolfish Daughter
The mighty Priestess of the Night
The storm of dancing stars above Her
The thorn of mankind in Her heart

Hail the solitude and the slaughter
Under the lunar spell shining so bright
The scent of blood into these woods has brought her
The fangs in flesh - primordial art!