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