In ancient diabolical rites
Praise spellbound into the shadows
Under the full Moon lights
Draining one spirit of chackal
Arise the wolferian metempsychosis
In the shadows of the Moon
Where no life dwells
In the cold southern hills
Towards of the smouldering hell
Where one wolferian dwells
In an age remote and mysteries
Brought cross the crystal's black mirror
Rising up the form of a chackal
In a mystical circle of the Moon
The wolferian being killing in the night
Under the spells of full Moon light
Brought the wolferian metempsychosis
In the shadows of the Moon
Where no life dwells
In the cold southern hills
Towards of the smouldering hell
Where one wolferian dwells
