In the name of the Wolf
th nights my bride
In the name of the wolf
draped in a shawl of lupin hide
Forrest mist coagulation lay amongst the fallen trees
aroma of death is in the air, the smell of lycanthropy
I changed into this form
A form not one of myself
ravenous for full moon's in the air
Jugular puncture
as I sink my pearly whites into your neck
the flesh...it tears
spurting blood
your eyes roll back white with fright
as I eat your face
your life ends in fangs
drawn in by my howlin'
In my great big eyes
you will see
the reflection
watching yourself die
in my great big mouth
you will lay
in submission awaiting
your end by my
unbridled appetite
the trees in the wind sing my song
A howl forever echoing
be free but only by fear
BEWARE
For its my two eyes that stare
between the trees
among the oak
my quernal lurk
stalks your mind
as if I was inside ripping
the life from your eyes |
