| Song | Bewitched Wolves |
| Artist | Arcane Grail |
| Album | Mysteries of the Ancient Charnel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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! |
| 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 enchantedweird 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! |
| 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 enchantedweird 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! |