Bewitched Wolves Lyrics

[Verses by Demether; music by Eugen]

The peccant beasts with eyes of fire rise

They couldn't stay in holes at late cold night

The call of freedom screams in brave wargs' hearts

These beasts were born to live and die in fight

Wargs few in number but they're passing strong

Soon they would know what ever they did wrong

Great lord of damned would lead the pack of wolves

To fight in battle under weight of ghouls

The pack of wargs sneaks through the arcane wood

They don't know what waits them at the end

Their gaze fall to the misty bit of land

"Obscurity beckons the wolves into the magic rood"

The lead took the pack through the thicket,

Ominous calm 'rounds bloodthirsty creatures

Erenow they were the servants of the evil,

But now wolves alarmed by smell of demons

Somber willows bowed it's blooming sprays,

The growth doesn't put the charming rays

Of nephrite plenilune, who spells in the skies --

Primeval fear penetrates through their hearts

Wargs ran across this magic place of ghouls
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The blackthorns shield the entrance with it's horned

Limbs, which began to prick the frenzied wolves --

Bloodcurdling howl proclaims the wood of throned

The King arose by the arrival of the foes

From this enchanted-weird sod

Uncertainty why some wolves gan to fawn --

Goth squeezed in the hand his succinite sword

But all at once the leader of the wargs

Was throwing to attack onto the frigging prince from vug

Wistful death awaited him upon the edge of blade

The rite of genuflexion commenced in dole slade

"Wolves, I prithee to bring me" -- said the king

"We'd be thy eyes" -- answered beasts in iniquitous

Oath, swore in loyalty and kissed the sparkle ring

This observance was so august, grand and tremendous

Germanareh's dominance!

"Our dan, my pack shall howl with your voice,

And we shall paunch and lacerate thy moonlit foes!"

Their new despiteful potentate was the great villain

He wants to march with the wargs into war

But the bridle presseth the wolves so sore

Their souls embittered, bewitched for evermore!