The wolves carry their name

in midnight speeches

That silent subtle voice

is summoning me from afar

A voice much closer will shout

into my car with unholy impatience

Before my time I

must put down here all that I can

concerning the horrors that stalk

without and lie in wait

For this ancient arcana that

has been handed down

of old but has been forgotten

By all but a few



De sunne's licht brandt vies op mien huud

Ik hekel dat licht als de pest

Bie't kearslicht zit'n kniez'n is mien lot

Sunnevot

Valt mie so zwoar om de sunne te zien

Ik heb liever eeuwig duster en piene

snode plan'n in de moaneschiene

Sunnevot



In union with the celestial spirits

From beyond the wanderers

of the wasteland

Emerging from the nethermost caverns

Which are not for phantoming eyes to see

For their marvels are strange and terrific



In a time before time I

found the black formula

by which I will fade

The shining light of the day

A horror called sun now bound

to be consumed by utmost darkness



Fire against fire

Symbols carved upon a grey

stone like dead magic

Powers walk unseen

and hide in lonely cold places

where words are spoken

and rites howl through the night

And to the sun I chant:

My hand is at your throat!



You have seen a thousand-and-one moons

and a sigh hangs in your chest

like a dark latern You are old

You never speak of the fear that seized

upon your spine and wrapped cold fingers

around your skull



In union we made wild passes in the air

with knives that glint cold and sharp

in the madnessnight

And as the dead embers of the