The sunset yet again rings green,
The pupils yet again grow narrow,
Entwine like blades
Of ringing red-hot twining.
Come sun to dance in the House of Dog,
The moon comes to the House of Wolf,
And needles run along the spine,
And bitter smoke clouds the eyes.
I'll tear you up
Into ninety-nine wounds,
I'll repay you
In full for the full moons,
I'll warm with blood
Your hungry image, your cold temple,
Don't you dare coming into my house, Moon.
I won't give you my children,
Don't waste in vain your white flame,
Go, Moon, cold stone,
You are a guest unwelcome.
I'll tear out Moon's heart,
To take hold of her soul,
I'll become Wolf Moon
On the verge of night and spring.
I'll tear you up
Into ninety-nine wounds,
I'll repay you
In full for the full moons,
I'll warm with blood
Your hungry image, your cold temple,
Don't you dare coming into my house, Moon.
Again the hills are closing.
And I am probably ill.
And I am probably the Moon,
The Queen of Air and Darkness.
I'll tear you up
Into ninety-nine wounds,
I'll repay you
In full for the full moons,
I'll warm with blood
Your hungry image, your cold temple,
Don't you dare coming into my house, Moon.