The chatter among the folk is constant
Of the woe & horror of the full moon
When it complained against her skies
From the cold loneliness of winter
Then they feared that the wolf was near
Awake is its old Mayestet
There are days when someone thought to have seen
In her Lius, which he splits with it
Shadow that he spreads,
The shadow of one ukiend Mackt
Der dend howled against his God in infernal Prackt
Dend Diefvel's herald, he ravaged
From Kandt to Kandt, & many aff Man¦t disappeared
On dend she lights, he binds

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