Wolf-Hymn

Eventide sets about Castle Vyrence

Autumnal winds blow leaves through it's iron gates

Thorny towers of cold stone loom

Silhouetted against a darkening vault

The naked limbs of hemming trees

Now the brume-cloaked haunts of bats

My dark spires cast long shadows

Where these terror-mists have set

I am the learned diabolist

I am the sorcerer of Vyrence

And with my bone-carven demon pipe

I enchant the song of wolves...

Baleful... Haunting... Eldritch... Piping

Hearken ~ the hymn of might

For it's lethargic dream-spell bemuses

I gaze up at the sanguine eye

While dark shapes bay in the courtyard below

I conduct the dark shapes

Lend an ear to the woods wind

The howls...

This eve we must abscond

To the filthy abbey of Perigon

Storm the abbey... Assail the clergy

About the fat monks throats

Lupine jaws of my assassins clamp

Tear their pious neck to shreds

And rip their holy robes to shreds

Delight to the serenade of the wolf

The horror-clawed ghosts of night

Like ebon-furred demons

Form the strange labyrinth of woods

Prepare the relics

Such lavish kindling they provide

The flames like a furnace

Leap from blazing Perigon

My cachination resounds

Above the boister of fire

Return to my Ivied tower of wont

Return the wolves to the night

I scent the passing smoke

Grey ghosts of the abbey raped

Drifting across the harvest moon

Beware the demon notes of the hunting wolf...