Wolves From The Fog

Near the howling...
As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black,
A cold Moon shines and the red sombre eyes awake, the forest whispers
Whispers my unholy name, from a frozen mis I rise, I Wolf rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign.
Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
When the wind sounds bohemia and [Bm]the tɾumpets loud bacanal.
Oh! Fausts and [Bm]ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistɾess of the Sabbat.
Soon [C7]we'll be [Am]embraced by our father - the one with horns.
Satan is ɾejoicing in pleasure destɾoying the shapes of flesh.
...and [Bm]once again from the fog, with horns on [C7]head
Came the Wolf carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice,
A beauty to [C7]this Walpurgis Eve.
As, to [C7]the sombre image of our God,
The Wolf with Horns I walk!