The Werewolf Bride

The frail light of midsummer's eve
 The god-fearing and the pious sleep
 Hour of witches and demons breaks
 The lackeys of Satan
 In the woods await
 Forgetting the Christ
 And the word of God
 Forsaking the parish
 And the cleric's rod
 She hearkens to call
 From beyond the trees
 Yearning to run with the wolves
 Through dusk and breeze
 Will you come with me...
 Will you come with me?
 To the marshes
 Will you come with me?
 My maiden fair
 Where the cloudberries
 And rowans grow
 Will-of-the-wisp above
 The brackens glows
 Vipers sway around the azure flames
 She enclothes the wolfskin
 And falls in shades
 Here in the nightside
 The fangs grow sharp
 Here in the twilight
 The claws tear deep
 Strong like the north wind,
 They race through the mires
 Lust of the flesh gleaming
 In their blazing eyes
 Will you come with me...
 Will you come with me?
 To the marshes
 Will you come with me?
 My maiden fair
 To where no bells toll
 To where no chains leash
 Come taste the foal's blood
 Revel in ecstasy
 And there in the heart
 Of ulterior darkness
 The woods now shudder
 And colossal wings
 Spread out to embrace her
 And hide from the sight of god
 Unearthly bliss is shed upon her
 Unknown to mortal men
 And she becomes the dew
 On the leaves
 The silent humming in treetops
 A beast's heart
 Unfettered soul