• I raise my head to the moon
    Let rip a deathly howl
    Chills you to the bone
    I am the shadow of the forest, Wolf.

    My eyes burn amber
    My fangs drip wet
    Claws are gleaming
    To tear at your throat

    You try to run..
    You try to hide
    My demons are trying
    To break from inside

    I rip at your flesh
    The blood runs cold
    Endless supply
    From your savaged corpse.