Bewitched Wolves

Arcane Grail

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    The peccant beasts with eyes of fire rise
    They couldn't stay in holes at late cold night
    The call of freedom screams in brave wargs' hearts
    These beasts were born to live and die in fight

    Wargs few in number but they're passing strong
    Soon they would know what ever they did wrong
    Great lord of damned would lead the pack of wolves
    To fight in battle under weight of ghouls

    The pack of wargs sneaks through the arcane wood
    They don't know what waits them at the end
    Their gaze fall to the misty bit of land
    "Obscurity beckons the wolves into the magic rood"

    The lead took the pack through the thicket,
    Ominous calm 'rounds bloodthirsty creatures
    Erenow they were the servants of the evil,
    But now wolves alarmed by smell of demons

    Somber willows bowed its blooming sprays,
    The growth doesn't put the charming rays
    Of nephrite plenilune, who spells in the skies -
    Primeval fear penetrates through their hearts

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    Wargs ran across this magic place of ghouls
    The blackthorns shield the entrance with its horned
    Limbs, which began to prick the frenzied wolves -
    Bloodcurdling howl proclaims the wood of throned

    The King arose by the arrival of the foes
    From this enchanted-weird sod
    Uncertainty why some wolves gan to fawn -
    Goth squeezed in the hand his succinite sword

    But all at once the leader of the wargs
    Was throwing to attack onto the frigging prince from vug
    Wistful death awaited him upon the edge of blade
    The rite of genuflexion commenced in dole slade

    "Wolves, I prithee to bring me" - said the king
    "We'd be thy eyes" - answered beasts in iniquitous
    Oath, swore in loyalty and kissed the sparkle ring
    This observance was so august, grand and tremendous

    Germanareh's dominance!

    "Our dan, my pack shall howl with your voice,
    And we shall paunch and lacerate thy moonlit foes!"

    Their new despiteful potentate was the great villain
    He wants to march with the wargs into war
    But the bridle presseth the wolves so sore
    Their souls embittered, bewitched for evermore!

    For evermore!

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