Vildhjarta

The title translation is Wildheart, and it speaks to the young woman that is mentioned in here; saying that she could choose anything, but she wants this life.

A yellow face, a knuckle white. The ravens caw, shifting grave light.
Rise from moon light to feast and dine, the feast is flesh and blood is wine.
When sun comes out and clouds disperse, the shade reveals your fateful curse.
You promised to love, protect and guide her, your mission must never waiver.
The lust will get the best of her, it is now time to wake her from slumber.

Rise child, and let your heart be wild, these sinners took the devil's side.
Devastation must take place tonight, this snuff must be done right,
With haste before the morning light. You promised to love, protect and guide her,
Your mission must never waiver, the lust will get the best of her, it is now time to wake her from slumber.
She is ready to be one of us, humanity is not but dust. Lycanthropy in whole we must,
Defend against this law we trust, to never slay a harmless child, or choose be thrust into the wild. Our maiden poisons in a fashion, then stay the blood in rations.
When time of night at moons full bright, her seduction of the feckless invite. Innocence of the nape attain, her future with the wolves in vain.