She-Wolf - The Vision Bleak

A gold-horned moon hung high — it’s heart began to beat

With the fire of it’s eye no ember could compete

Wolf-fiend, Mannwolf, Loup Garoux

Olden Legend born anew?

Human nature — wolven heart

Who seized that fire?

By what black art?

It’s sinews twisted fury, desire’s it’s portray

And the senses readily receive the scent of prey

The shepherds fear it’s madness and their lambs do flee

For they know a secret: She is the wolf — The wolf is she!

Roaming the night

In splendour profound

Revel in delight

By darkness abound

Graceful thy cruelty

Ruthless the claw

Crowned with a beauty

That none can withdraw

A gold-horned moon hung high — her blood began to flow

Ordained to be a mortal sin — phenomenon from head to toe

Jewel-crowned huntress — mother of all

What secret spell did her enthral?

Human nature — wolf at heart

Who seized that fire?

Whose work of art?

Roaming the night

In splendour profound

Revel in delight

By darkness abound

Graceful thy cruelty

Ruthless the claw

Crowned with a beauty

That none can withdraw

A gold-horned moon hung high — her heart began to beat

With the fire of her eyes no ember could compete

Her sinews twisted fury — desire’s her portray

And her senses readily receive the scent of prey

She is the wolf — the wolf is she!