When the full moon reigns supreme Round as the eye of Moloch Bestiality possesses the souls Of those who are more than humans In tongue we speak of darkness Ancient rites of malevolence A ritual of fire To unleash the beast within! Hail, hail, great wolf spirit, hail! A boon I ask thee, mighty shade. Within this circle I have made, Make me a man-eater, strong and bold, The terror alike young and old. Grant me a figure tall and fearsome! Spirits of the earthbound dead That glide with noiseless tread Water spirits hateful To ships and bathers fateful Bless me! Grant me! Give me! Man's bane! Spirits of heat and fire Destructive in your ire Spirits of freezing air Foul and black, not fair Grant me the shape and strength of nightmare In turn, I swear, in d**h, I am yours!