The yellow eyes of the young wolves
glow at dusk .
Masters of the dawn that will shine
only for the chosen ones .
They alone decide of the journey
and eternal return .
The fairies bent over their cradles
giving them power of life and parody.
Faith in the dark solar forces .
Young wolfes wear carnival masks
no one knows their carnovorous faces.
They are in the crowd
speaking the language of crows.
Sliding into the embrace of cadavers
to discover their shameful secrets,
early morning coming to awaken the night.
Young wolves sing the long knives glory
whose steel is reflected in the burnt-eyes rivers.
Inspired words changing of meaning
redrawing the smile of birth and nothing.
Dagger oath ,red and black marriage,
white for the waiting virgin ...
Rage and voluptuous pleasure
in the name of thirsty gods !
Young wolves worship death
as much as the weak love life !
Young wolves are playful kids
who delight in the fear of prey,
leaving the dogs to feast on left lovers...
From the ancient order
all must be purified !
Egalitarian dream !
fraternal appeal !
Swallow this bitter chalice
and purge your mind !
You,freedom glorifies your chains !
Young wolves writing the new gospel ,
all so pure and beautiful ,
freed from an evil sleep ...
Here I am running and howling
through copper and leather of the pack !
Tomorrow this juicy fruit in my mouth ,
Prophet, you everlasting truth !
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Do you know stroller that eternal youth
doesn\'t have time to live long ?
The young wolves light the moloch pyre
climbing into it where they consume themselves singing...
Since the last moon the streets are bored
the dogs seem hungry ,
old world cleaning blood and gutters
and picking up dead crows ...