Der Werewolf - Black Funeral

Before the Samhain full moon I position myself

Facing the soil carved pentagram

Candles incinerate black, smoldering the scent of Mars bellows in the wind…

I cloak my skin in the flesh of the wolf and a mask of demonic symbolism

The lycanthropic strain engulfs my psyche and I feel electric alive…

Holding the tetrahedron, the chant is called

Fenris is awakened… my eyes reflect red

Hungering, I walk the dense forests the light of the fullmoon darkens the earth.

And as I watch and feel the ghost rise… the energy builds

The casual life envelops my being, to go into he world

To claw and devour the weak and fearful, beholden, upon a mountain…

The purple lightning forms a sigil…

Luna descends, the pleasures of flesh are mine!