The moon is full as the blue clouds part in the night

Looking down upon Me with its evil eye

I get that dreaded feeling once again in My bones

I must return to the basement below My home

I must be chained before the transmutation begins

But then I feel My body start to twitch

Crouching in pain as I fall into a ditch

Clutching My heart as it races rapidly

I feel the evil growing inside of Me

Heat of My flesh lights up the cold darkness

My head is spinning, I'm going blind

The pentagran appears upon My palm it starts.....again.........!

Racing through the forest seeking human flesh

On the trail for the scent of blood

Covered with hair, & all I see is red

Baring My deadly jaws, glistening death

Unheard clawsteps riding on the wind

Extended blades eager to lascerate

I spot My prey walking down the hill

This plump young morsel will give Me My fill

Pounce upon the carcass with all bestial lust

Ripping it to shreds like unto a rag doll

I howl in the moonlight, proclaiming My kill

I take the soul of My victim, I feel the chill

This carneage is My ambrosia.........


I fall back in bliss with My stomach full

Pick My teeth with the bones

Stare at Luna's fading light

Intoxicating ecstacy takes My mind away

Her face grows pale as I sleep.........

A cold winter breeze sweeps over My naked flesh

Awakening Me to a horriffic reality

I killed again last night, the bloodstains tell the story

Must hide & seek shelter & return to My home

Steal a horse & clothes to make it to My sanctuary

High up on a hill, away from the rest

Only Me & My family, brothers of the coat

Across the drawbridge & over the moat

Into the arms of the Devil's own

All eyes aflicker for the Satanimal-man

Orgy by the fireplace, bestial lust

Together as one, growling in unison

With black candlewax seal the werewolf pact

Mere mortal flesh seeks to destroy Us

Only serve as appetizers for Our voraciousness

Here Out power is the strongest

We let them come forward to fall into Our trap

Slice them, dice them, let them feel Our wrath

My brother takes a silver bullet into his back

Pouncing on the bastard, I slice his puny neck

I make him EAT the crucifix he once held in his hand

Sweet blood pours along the mortar of the floor

Its owners in their last throes of death

Victorious, We prepare the ceremonial banquet

Together praise Volkh, King of the Wolves!


"Even a man who is pure at heart & says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolvesbaine blooms, & the autumn moon is bright....."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A bloody tale about a family of werewolves, an archetype of elite predation, and a battle between those who fear them.

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