Wilczy Pająk - M.C.

Yes, lords’ lord, chalice of evil, here I am.
In me is mysterious power, your doom and chance.
From my hands flows blood, fear, hatred, and anger,
If you want to live – stay with me, otherwise your fate is dire.

Look there – those are the ones who renounced me,
They are tormenting themselves – yes – they will perish in the galleys one day
– Look, they still hope for bread.

I know, you are with me, your reason is fear.
Be a good student and maybe – you will be worth something to me.
Try, fight and practice, I will reward you for it.
How dare you lose strength, besides, I will tell you something.

Look there – those are the ones who renounced me,
They are tormenting themselves – yes – they will perish in the galleys one day
– Look, they still hope for bread.

If someone stirs a lust for blood in me,
Then I crave it, I am like a wolf.
Instinct tells me to suck everything out.
It might be you – hope you have a lot of it.

Without your blood I can no longer live,
In it is my power, dominion, and strength of hands.
Give it to me, I will soon reward you.
I’ll bestow you with gold for every day.

Without your blood I can no longer live,
In it is my power, dominion, and strength of hands.