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