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Wolfghosts (In Winter)
Beyond the invisible girdle of north
Lies the well-hidden castle of frost And the paths to its towers, carved in ice.
Are guarded by wolves of ominous size.
Great are their numbers in winter's realm
And great is their strength by all the accounts
And nobody passes the borders unseen
By the fiery eyes of the servants of wild Yet some of the evil spirits Those most unobedient and vile
Have been cast out of the enchanted domain
And doomed to forever roam the land
When full-moon casts its evil beams
On silent forests and ice-clad streams Unlucky travellers may then hear
A chilling howl of anger afar
There the downfallen children of snow
Each of the twelve expelled once Have gathered a threatening army of wolves
To avenge upon mankind the curse laid on them
People of highlands, men of the north - folk of fierce courage, endurance and might - yet even
SongtexteThey fear the onslaughts of the phantoms at night, and above all their leaders, whom they named wolfghosts - dreadful masters with white on their breast and bellow-like nostrils,
inclined for warm flesh
And when over the sinister mountains of north Storms forth a raging blizzard of frost Through the snowclouds may sometimes be seen
Foggy shades of rushing terrible beasts
Ahead of the flock leaps a tremendous wolf -
one of the twelve in hunger and wrath Gnashing its fangs of iron and steel,
whilst leading the majestic legion of night
Pity to those forlorn who may ever perceive
The triumphant king of the nebular herd...
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