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Wolves' Howl
02:06
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(Instrumental)
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The Wolf of Bedburg
04:16
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At a young age
Tempted with magic spells
The wolf of Bedburg
Was granted a belt
With likeness of
A great devouring wolf
Strong and mighty
Eyes great and large
Mouth great and wide
Most sharp and cruel teeth
Huge body mighty claws
Murder to follow
This satanic transformation
Lead by sickness
Greed his guide
Shapeshifter
Man wolf
Lycanthropic beast
Worst that the world would see
Blood and flesh
Feast for a monster
The drink of still warm blood
To quench vile thirst
Dropping the belt
On the run
Trapped and cornered
Torture and death
His punishment
A spire, his head to rot
The end of a beast
Sorcerers beware
Your fate is nigh
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The Castle Stands Strong
02:48
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The castle stands strong
Against the sands of time
Crafted from stone
Reinforced by blood
Consume the crop
Expel the unwanted
Standing tall
Repel invasion
Protect the peasant
Ensure the law
House the king
Cast his power
Overpowering
Military strength
Housed within
Its mighty walls
The castle stands strong
Against the sands of time
Purpose no more
Ruins it may become
Structure it will maintain
It stands guard
Awaiting its day
That it will fall
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for Suns perpetual
05:03
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And earth-born Man, an highly favour'd race
Is now exalted to our vacant place
Nor yet can conquest his resentment quell
He means to drive us from the Throne of Hell
For Suns perpetual, for Heav'n's bless'd abode
These dark Tartarean dungeons he bestow'd
And here employ'd us, to afflict with pain
The Souls of Sinners; an unjoyous reign!
And to this end from Heav'n commissions down
Some winged Angel, or his fav'rite Son
Who soon confiding in cœlestial might
Will spread swift ruin thro' these realms of night
Hell's dark Abyss exposed to open day
And wrest the Captives from our lawful sway
Weak are our efforts to regain the Skies,
Heav'n's Tow'r thrice guarded all access denies
And plot his death; all aid the common cause,
Alarm'd and trembling for their ancient laws;
For he on Men new sacred rites has laid,
And banish'd customs which their Sires obey'd
For Sun perpetual, for Heav'n's blessed abode,
These dark Tartarean dungeons he bestow'd
And here employ'd us, to afflict with pain
The Souls of Sinners; an unjoyous reign!
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Wolves' Croak
02:41
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(Instrumental)
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