A Last Waltz Of Gevaudan

Under a full Moon glow
Wafts the eaves of Gevaudan
The crosses bear the names
Of one hundred slain

Tonight, we hunt!
The torches light our way
The Beast, we seek!
Our silver swords in hand
Don’t stop, to rest
No quarter
The wicked will be cleansed

Burn, kill, end this abomination
Burn, kill, end this abomination
Burn, kill, end this abomination

The trail, of blood
Guides our righteous hand
The light, of day
Has strayed
So very far away
We sing
Our song
A last waltz
Of Gevaudan

Through the lavender fields
And on top the Sun soaked crags
Our quarry, ahead it does not tire
A wolfman’s head we do desire
Sing us a song Of Gevaudan

Aim be true and steel be bright
It will stalk under the Moon at night
Silver bullets bound for glory
In victory they tell our story
Sing us a song of Gevaudan