The furious Erineas, children of the night are whipping and burning Banshees with sombrous laments welcome the dusk A funeral sky and the withering light as the wolf's bane blooms By the fullmoon nocturnal teeth hung for the hunt And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight Badb, mother of the banshees orders the hunt to begin Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters Funebre grey shadows hold the wolf's hunger Riverside trees where the eye of the crow rests A hot summer's breeze blows and comforts the lambs Blooming wolf's bane scent and the moon above Of feathers crimson in clouds of incense burning And the hidden innocent cattle by the singing dusk Lububrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts With the midnight tides nightfall is honoured by Equidnia And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon On shores of night in the golden sand The highest moon and the reflection of Ate Dreaming of streams so powerful and clear The thirst for warm innocent blood is high At dark places encircled by glowing eyes Ravens scream and echo chaotic melodies The utter shadow of a sombrous sky A wolf in occult forms in the still of the night And the hidden innocent cattle With the perfume of hot blood The hearts frozen with fear With the blooming wolf's bane scent The whispering and singing dusk evoking death With the scythe harvest those beloved In passion and eternal wolf's bane scent Silver chains in the heart of the forest Night is the witness and the mask of the wolf "Masmo aquele de coracão puro, que reza á noite as suas preces se pode tornar um lobo quando o Acónito floresce à lur brilhante do luar" (Traditional) The twin Erineas of evil blood and breed of the night Singing banshees with a solene and sombre welcome As the wolf's bane blooms the sky is mourning and light withers With the fullmoon above the nocturnal children hung for blood And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight Lugubrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon