Hail! The unlord art amongst us
Alas! As we all feel the presence of the treacherous

Gathered in Mount Lycaeus
We feed from the flesh, we drink from the blood
In nomine nihil et lupus cultus

In the name of the crimson king
The father of the wolves
Bloody self-made son of Cain

Lead us against all the odds
Ahead of the pack
Oh! Deceiver of the gods

Deceiver of the All-Father
Bringer of rain and of flood
Harbinger of fire

Spirits of the dead
That glide with noiseless tread
(We welcome thee!)

Spirits of cold and ice
Phantoms of crime and vice
(We welcome thee!)

Spirits of heat and fire
Destruction in your ire
(We welcome thee!)

We welcome thee into the cult of the wolf!