O’how blackened comes the night
Where the last werewolves howl
And the deadened souls of cinders passed
Cry out!  And hunt for the effeminate flesh
Of those who bare the years of youth
Embrace the sullen cloaks
And ride through the night on a black mare
Angry old man who hath twenty years young
Grasp the maiden’s fair tongue
Cry out through the forest deep
Where the wicked wind wails
And the black birds screech
Hear the rotting leaves beseech!
Putrid smell of black cat’s prey
Baneful blood seepeth from the wounds
Hell’s bright blaze hath a tender touch
To the lips pale blue and rotting
Black shadow stalks with contagion breath
White air floats passed oak tree-
Divine maiden’s death…