How the moon leer's at thy ignorance
Ye who laughest in the face of Death
Know ye not its ever-gaping jaws?
They always hunger
Oh they wake up from their slumber now
Heeding the call of the wild
From the shadows they come forth
Abominations of the north!

Murderers, spawn of night impregnated by many a blackened will
The stalking horror
For long time gone
Hungry now for the kill
Holy guardians of the secrets nocturne
For which many a man have burned
And so the nightwinds cry out their dreaded warning wail
The wolves have returned

Beware!
The wolves curse
Beware!
The dark
Fear!
The lupus lunae
At night, beware!