The images of wolf once served
The pride of witch and devil -
Witnessed a dark, yet mightie faith -
With boundaries wide as the world it layd waste
Satan did create
What to their eyne celestial is -
And so he is
A man in wolfskin clad
To his hands, e'en the wind is servant
And eternitie - his enigmatick spirit
Around him a majestie
Like pan his crowne of olde
He hungers through eternitie -
Immersed in a tragedie dark and colde
Knowne onlie to the initiated
Through day and night he moves
In an eternall, wearie chase
...and this solitude so greate and sad
Will vengeance seek for love long lost
Through hatred!