A wistful turn, divinity yearns
I long to touch the hide of a wandering soul
Heaven awaiting one stray beast
Whom raps upon my door
I am that baying wolf
With jaws of slathering lust
No amount of blood
Can refill my withered heart
Invocation of the goddess
Queen of the night time and dark misfits
A wistful turn, divinity yearns
We long to touch the hand of a restless soul
Heaven awaiting a strange bond
Of bestial fervour
Invocation of the goddess
Queen of the night time and dark misfits
Go forth my dog
May you speak with your sword
And hang from a cord
Offerings upon my fortress walls
I am but a husk of a man
A hollow wight, haunted and damned
My sword tells the tale
Of so many unspeakable acts
Reborn to embark upon a quest
To achieve an honourable death
Let past sorrows fall away
As my body returns to the earth
Let my remains pay tribute to all natural wonder
Within death I shall heal my soul
In this glade where Hecate is enthroned
My spirit illuminated
Glazed threefold in moonlight splendour
Anoint my wounds, let us convalesce together
In the gardens of a lunar shrine, forever more
And as I seal
The wounds of this tragic warriors soul
It leaves me feeling... Loved
My goddess, caress us, embrace us, mother of wolves
Your pain, my gain, a feeling profane
You churn and burn, dissolving in my arms
Feeding my gardens
Light no longer flickers in your eyes
