[Intro – Whispered Howl] Luna vigilat… (“The moon keeps watch…”) Four wolves, one god, one night… ⸻ [Verse I – Aria Bloodmoon] We walked through frost where the starwinds roam, Four shadows hunting a god with no throne. The moon called his name in a silver-white shiver, “Find him, feed him, bind him forever.” Frost-marrow shining with cold blue flame, Moon-spice honey that humbles his name, And Eve’s own brew from her breath and bone— Wonders no god should drink alone. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Sylvena Greypelt] Under the frozen sky we came, Four wolves drawn to his restless flame… ⸻ [Chorus – Full Band, soaring] Accendite flammam! (“Ignite the flame!”) Let the Feast-God rise tonight! Raise the bone, the honeyed light— Five hearts forged in winter’s rite. Ohhh— On the night the pact was forming… The Feast-God’s coming. The Feast-God’s coming. ⸻ [Verse II – Rhea Emberhide] He bit the marrow and thunder awoke, He cursed and he laughed in the same ragged choke. The honey of moonlight struck gold in his veins, A wildfire joy no mortal contains. Nyssa stepped forward with Eve’s sacred brew, A star in a cup, raw creation renewed. He drank— and heavens trembled above, A god undone by wolf-born love. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – Nyssa Blackclaw] He staggered like stormlight breaking free, And whispered, “Wolves… walk with me.” ⸻ [Chorus – Full Band, brighter, heavier] Accendite flammam! Let his laughter crown the night! Bind our souls in frost and fire— Vivat familia noctis! (“Long live the family of the night!”) Ohhh— On the night our fate was turning… The Feast-God’s coming. The Feast-God’s coming. ⸻ [Bridge – Aria (soft, mystical)] No throne could tame him… No oath could claim him… But a wolf’s warm gift And a god’s wild hunger— They changed him. [Chant – Full Band] Medulla glaciei— (“Frost marrow—”) Mel lunae— (“Moon honey—”) Spiritus Evae— (“Eve’s breath—”) Lux dei! (“Light of the god!”) ⸻ [Final Chorus – Triumphant] Accendite flammam! Let all creation howl his name! Noah the Wild, crowned in delight— Drinks with his wolves through winter’s night. Ohhh— On the night his heart was winning… The Feast-God’s coming. The Feast-God’s coming. [Outro – Whispered Howl] Sub luna… domum ducimus… (“Under the moon… we lead him home…”)
