Walpurgisnacht in the Grotto, dancing with lilith

She is older, than the soil on which we walk

She is told, to decline but still prevails

She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dark

She is sun and moon, in perfect harmony

She is heathen virtue, and all that which is true

I love myself, and you're in love with you

She is white as pure, while the fallen snow is black

She is drunken love, the tempting elixir

She is love for us, and those who truly see

She is order, and the balance after strife

She's betrothed, the bride ov perfect light

She is stillness just as well, as burning might

She is ritual, and peace in stalwart night

She is howling, for the right of lively pride

She is excellence, and goddess of the light

She is beauty, as the wolves that howl at dawn

She is glory, in this place of sterling yearn

Where the truth prevails, and thirteen candles burn

She is blossom, and the bloom for who he bleeds

She is like the stars, so luminous and bright

She is like the night, a veil of raven light

She is beauty, as the wolves we grey and proud

She's the axis, from which the world resides

She's indulgence, and righteous human pride

She is siege and battle, the endless destiny

She is swords, gentle touch of victory

I love myself, and you're in love with me

She is liberty, and insight in completion

She is splendour, and the force of heresy

She is love, we are wolves of the elite