ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Amongst men words went
Of the full moone's woe.
When a dirge did rise to her skylit eye
From the lone winter's colde
They fear'd that the wolf was nigh
Awakened its majestie of olde
Nights did pass when men claim'd the saw
In her light that he splits
With the shadow he casts
The shadow of a force unknown
Howling at its god in splendoure infernall
This devil's herolde, he hunted the land
And many a man disappear'd
Where she shines, he binds; the wolf of hell
He kills o'ver the rumbling abyss
The curse is certayne
The beast below bestowed on him a gift
And by magick he to wolf was bound
No more was he a slave to god
At midnight treading on hollow grave
