Der Werewolf

Before the Samhain full moon I position myself

Facing the soil carved pentagram

Candles incinerate black, smoldering the scent of

Mars bellows in the wind...

I cloak my skin in the flesh of the wolf and a mask of

Demonic symbolism

The lycanthropic strain engulfs my psyche and I feel electric alive...

Holding the tetrahdron, the chant is called,

Fenris is awakened...my eyes reflect red,

Hungering, I walk the dense forestas the light of the fullmoon darkens the earth...

And as I watch and feel the ghost rise...the energy builds,

The acasual life envelops my being, to go into he world,

To claw and devour the weak and fearful, beholden, upon a mountain...

The purple lightning forms a sigil...

Luna descends, the pleasures of flesh are mine!