The hunt will chase with vulpine grace
across the moonlit plain
The quarry’s near and full of fear
for we’re the ultimate bane

With grinning jaws and sharpened claws
we slaver at the scent
of foolish prey, we’ll howl and bay
our eagerness to vent

It’s in the air, October fair
and hung for our delight
the harvest moon at which we’ll croon
and bathe in silvered light

Life’s blood shall spill on every hill
by fire’s ramping light
The offering burns, the circle turns
to dance the ancient rite

Call every beast, come join the feast
at this most hallowed time
With victim’s fate we’ll celebrate
the hunter, strong and prime

Rapacity, come play with me
and timeless we shall dwell
there is no death when every breath’s
drawn from the mouth of hell

Mankind the fool, now wolf shall rule
as told in ancient song
Raise up as pope the lycanthrope
The canine day has dawned

 
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