The rune is carved and the blood trickles the midnight fires are illuminating towards the moon no circle, only spirits of night wolves and beasts, we become our darkest atavism Lycanthropy and flames The blade is drawn an oath is given no false idols, no above or below gods we are the flesh of our mothers the gods of all mythology our darkest desires Lycanthropy and flames astral travel, the night is ours wolf skin, given by the devil our beast itself we are the sorcerers of night ghosts and vampires gather in our temples dungeons where the dead sleep Lycanthropy and flames