The frail light of midsummer's eve The god-fearing and the pious sleep Hour of witches and demons breaks The lackeys of Satan In the woods await Forgetting the Christ And the word of God Forsaking the parish And the cleric's rod She hearkens to call From beyond the trees Yearning to run with the wolves Through dusk and breeze Will you come with me... Will you come with me? To the marshes Will you come with me? My maiden fair Where the cloudberries And rowans grow Will-of-the-wisp above The brackens glows Vipers sway around the azure flames She enclothes the wolfskin And falls in shades Here in the nightside The fangs grow sharp Here in the twilight The claws tear deep Strong like the north wind, They race through the mires Lust of the flesh gleaming In their blazing eyes Will you come with me... Will you come with me? To the marshes Will you come with me? My maiden fair To where no bells toll To where no chains leash Come taste the foal's blood Revel in ecstasy And there in the heart Of ulterior darkness The woods now shudder And colossal wings Spread out to embrace her And hide from the sight of god Unearthly bliss is shed upon her Unknown to mortal men And she becomes the dew On the leaves The silent humming in treetops A beast's heart Unfettered soul