Lunar Hex; the Art of Mighty Lycanthropy Lyrics

Come forth, come forth, ‘O Mighty Ones, take me in thy maws.
Cast my shell on to the wind, let my spirit pass.
Through the seven gateways, up the treacherous path,
beyond the bloody stones, bound with runes and wax.
The mountains are my fortress wherein my soul shall roam,
nocturnally, forever more, at one with soil and blood.

Possessed by lunar magic, beneath moon, wing and star,
I raise my sword up to the sky to honour eternal night.
The wolves gather before me, eternity in their eyes.
The forest beckons inwards as we leave this dead world behind...

The frozen kiss of aeons, the solitude of night,
the wisdom of the wolven arts, rise deathless.
The purity of shadows, the everlasting hunger,
the oath that binds forever more, rise deathless ones.

Before me, I see the endless frozen vistas
beckoning me on into realms beyond the dark.

I see the moon rise from the underworld.
Its icy halo burns.
The last sliver of humanity cast aside.
Forever ensorcelled by lycanthropic spells.

With ravening jaws and claw of steel,
a conquering wolf to slay.
I stalk the night under horrid lunar blessings,
for all time.