I've walked alone for Centuries
Beneath the Moon
Alone so cold out in the Dark
I've searched so long for you
Whose Blood's the same as I've inside
You are my Breed
Listen to this ancient Tale
Of Fathers long ago
As Clouds of endless Suffer
Buried the Moon beneath
On glorious Fields of frozen Lands
He's lying still
In the pale Face
Of a dying King a Legend's told
Of Tears which ran so bloodred
Out of empty Eyes
In the Time of Unlight
Before Life and Time had begun
When the Moon arose
And gave birth to me in darkest Night
Upon the Shades a Whisper
Cries out an ancient Tale
Of cruel Beings
In the Woods of Loneliness
It foretells a hundred Murders
That lead through ancient Times
Of mysterious Deaths of thousands
Of Humans in darkest Nights
The Ground has sipped all their Blood
And grasps for dying Mortals
Who are reaching for the Stars
And cry loudly as they die ..
Lycanthrope has begun
Dust and Fog has lead them
Through eternal Night
Golden Stars will shine up high
Through Midnight's Face
Out of the Forest so clear
Hear the dreadful Screams
Like immortal Hunger
Of ancient Beasts
Fear spreads its Wings
And falls onto the Humans
When the Moon, their Father,
Shows them the Way
Dark Impulses inside their Veins
Lead them onward to kill again and again
Into the Forest
Where the Wolf awakes at Night
And the greatest Beast of all
Starts its Hunt for human Flesh
I'm the great Father
The Wolf, the ancient Blood
Whose Bite is the gift
Of a painful endless Life
As the Moon shone high upon
Showing me the Way
Towards the mortal Bodies
Of those I love by Day
The Greed for Flesh of Humans
Makes me hunt this Night
Silently I may crawl nearer to my Victims
So I arise my Claws and tear their Flesh away
And mutilated Faces begin to stare at me
Their Eyes are as cold as mine
Staring at the Sky
Where the Moon, my Father,
Is waiting for their Souls
Blood is flowing out of the Veins
Of impaled Bodies lying in Shades
And every Night when I awake
Oh, weak Humans, prepare to die - DIE
