Arcane Grail

Arcane Grail - Bewitched Wolves lyrics

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[Verses by Demether; music by Eugen] 



The peccant beasts with eyes of fire rise 

They couldn’t stay in holes at late cold night 

The call of freedom screams in brave wargs’ hearts 

These beasts were born to live and die in fight 



Wargs few in number but they’re passing strong 

Soon they would know what ever they did wrong 

Great lord of damned would lead the pack of wolves 

To fight in battle under weight of ghouls 



The pack of wargs sneaks through the arcane wood 

They don’t know what waits them at the end 

Their gaze fall to the misty bit of land 

“Obscurity beckons the wolves into the magic rood” 



The lead took the pack through the thicket, 

Ominous calm ‘rounds bloodthirsty creatures 

Erenow they were the servants of the evil, 

But now wolves alarmed by smell of demons 



Somber willows bowed its blooming sprays, 

The growth doesn’t put the charming rays 

Of nephrite plenilune, who spells in the skies – 

Primeval fear penetrates through their hearts 



Wargs ran across this magic place of ghouls 

The blackthorns shield the entrance with its horned 

Limbs, which began to prick the frenzied wolves – 

Bloodcurdling howl proclaims the wood of throned 



The King arose by the arrival of the foes 

From this enchanted-weird sod 

Uncertainty why some wolves gan to fawn – 

Goth squeezed in the hand his succinite sword 



But all at once the leader of the wargs 

Was throwing to attack onto the frigging prince from vug 

Wistful death awaited him upon the edge of blade 

The rite of genuflexion commenced in dole slade 



“Wolves, I prithee to bring me” – said the king 

“We’d be thy eyes” – answered beasts in iniquitous 

Oath, swore in loyalty and kissed the sparkle ring 

This observance was so august, grand and tremendous 



Germanareh’s dominance! 



“Our dan, my pack shall howl with your voice, 

And we shall paunch and lacerate thy moonlit foes!” 



Their new despiteful potentate was the great villain 

He wants to march with the wargs into war 

But the bridle presseth the wolves so sore 

Their souls embittered, bewitched for evermore! 



For evermore!
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