Blooming Wolf's Bane Scent

The furious Erineas, children of the night are whipping and burning

Banshees with sombrous laments welcome the dusk

A funeral sky and the withering light as the wolf's bane blooms

By the fullmoon nocturnal teeth hung for the hunt

And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight

Badb, mother of the banshees orders the hunt to begin

Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters

Funebre grey shadows hold the wolf's hunger

Riverside trees where the eye of the crow rests

A hot summer's breeze blows and comforts the lambs

Blooming wolf's bane scent and the moon above

Of feathers crimson in clouds of incense burning

And the hidden innocent cattle by the singing dusk

Lububrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts

With the midnight tides nightfall is honoured by Equidnia

And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon

On shores of night in the golden sand

The highest moon and the reflection of Ate

Dreaming of streams so powerful and clear

The thirst for warm innocent blood is high

At dark places encircled by glowing eyes

Ravens scream and echo chaotic melodies

The utter shadow of a sombrous sky

A wolf in occult forms in the still of the night

And the hidden innocent cattle

With the perfume of hot blood

The hearts frozen with fear

With the blooming wolf's bane scent

The whispering and singing dusk evoking death

With the scythe harvest those beloved

In passion and eternal wolf's bane scent

Silver chains in the heart of the forest

Night is the witness and the mask of the wolf

"Masmo aquele de coracão puro, que reza á noite as suas preces

se pode tornar um lobo quando o Acónito floresce à lur brilhante do luar"

(Traditional)

The twin Erineas of evil blood and breed of the night

Singing banshees with a solene and sombre welcome

As the wolf's bane blooms the sky is mourning and light withers

With the fullmoon above the nocturnal children hung for blood

And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight

Lugubrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts

Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters

And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon