Greased with the ointment of Him Dressed with the wolf's skin Cloaked in darkness I raise my arms towards Nanna I beg, plead to you, make me a werewolf Make me a beast Of the moon's shape Cut my thighs Breed my inner wolf You outstanding phantom of darkness Make me a werewolf, advance to me dark one I (now) run though mist-covered trees I smell the children's vital flesh My howls freeze the earth Smell the horrid death Lord of the woods Werewolf You shalt bleed Blood unto me I am the beast Of the forest My eyes burn red like fire My claws gleams under the grey fur I slash your neck I tear out your entrails I open up your chest, your blood And feed upon your heart Lord of the woods Werewolf