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March's arrival hearkens a thaw

Straits from Hiumaa bear weight no more

Trap'd for a hunt which darkly reflects

The hatred for wolves which burns in man's chest

Footfalls of shadows within your wake

The Devil is stalking after your faith

Kissed by darkness and born from flames

Baptism of water can't vanquish your ways

“Aalo, my maiden

Wilt thou keep company

With a wolf

In the swamp?”

Midsummer sorcery beckons at last

Venture into the wilderness' grasp

By bracken's light in azure flare

You transform anew within my lair

“Aalo, my maiden

Wilt thou be

A wolf

In the swamp?”