Under the gleam of the Moon, be it full or dark

I stand in the Crossroads of Cain

Under the Horns of the Adversary and Beast Lord

As the Gray Shadow which ensorcels my being

As with who drinks water from the prints of the Wolf

To he who has taken the Wolf belt of the Devil

By Satanadar I summon thee, By the Devil I become

Thee

I shall become the Werewolf, Man and Beast…

To go forth this night to Feast