O Let us bring you back in time
Believe what you want still you shall die
And may all daimons curse ye lest I lie
Petronius 400 BC he feared the night.
Herodotos witnessed Neuri yearly rites
Not even the burning of our remains
Will stop the race of our blood insane
We, her predators that still stalk the night
A legion of werewolves howls our might!
Mind consumed by an urge to kill
A nightly encounter of lust
Feral howls, may blood be spilled
Fangs through fingers thrust
Charlatan Marcellus of Side hear this;
Lycanthropy no melancholy obscure
Rather heeding the calling of blood
And for this madness there is no cure.
Not even the burning of our remains
Will stop the race of our blood insane
We, her predators that still stalk the night
A legion of werewolves howls our might!
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