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WOLVES FROM THE FOG
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Hear the howling...
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Narration:
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As the light falls and darkness paints the sky in black, a
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cold Moon shines
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and the red somber eyes awake, the forest whispers..Oh! Whis-
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pers my
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unholy name,
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from a frozen Mist I rise, I, Wolf, rise!
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And my brothers will attack under this blood sign...
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Wolves from the fog will join in a nocturnal operetta.
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When the wind sounds bohemia and the trumpets loud bacanal.
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Oh! Fausts and ninfs the joy of Nahima, Mistress of the Sab-
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bat.
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Soon we'll be embraced by our father - the one with horns.
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Satan is rejoicing in pleasure destroying the shapes of flesh.
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... and once again from the fog, with horns on head came the
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Wolf
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carrying in is shoulder the sacrifice, a beauty to this Wal-
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purgis Eve.
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As, to the somber image of our God, the Wolf with Horns I
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walk!
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WOLVES FROM THE FOG
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| Moonspell |
