Awake at dusk
and on the prowl
nocturnal creature
with a feral cowl

come, nightfall,
shine upon me
engulfed in darkness,
I am again free

a thousand daggers
pierce my veins
a thousand voices
cry out in pain

werewolf blood,
a right of birth
werewolf blood,
to raid the earth

a gift to all men of the north,
our pride and our internal force

a foul stench
upon the air
you hear their cries
their feeble prayers

all their fears
held deep within
made manifest
the feast begins