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The Coming of the Bestial Spawn
The moon, she speaks to me of long lost secrets
Smell the reek when the heart skips a beat
Dark magic, merging of man and beast
Sorcery forgotten and beyond the reach
Of jealous gods searching for the cure
To immortality so cold and pure
Behold, there will be blood and tears
When a man blessed with lycanthropy
Shows the meaning of true fear
Her cold touch is like a cheating lover’s
So sweet yet dangerous
I can hear the angelic chorus
With every snap of sinew
Sweet morels of flesh
In the devouring maw
I do not jest
The transformations beneath the full moon
Lupine eerie howling
A man embracing the beast, growling
When mother grants her blessing
She keeps the morning far away
At the edge of the coming dawn
You keep God’s eyes blind to all
The coming of the bestial spawn
Luna, sails across the sky
With starlight shining like silver jewels
Luna, mistress of the night
Cast your grace on the baying wolves
Run with the hunting pack
Under her watchful gaze
Rip the flesh as bones crack
In a crimson haze
Blood will not satisfy
On this bed of bones
Luna, please hear my cries
When the morning comes
Don’t leave me alone
I can feel it like a caress across my skin
Tingling my spine, rippling my flesh
My bones snap like a shot in the night
To unleash the beast upon the feast
A trail of blood litters the screaming wood
Paving the way for the others to hunt
The silver shivers my bones in cold songs
But I will hunt for the thrill of the kill
The apex predator
Stalking the night
Commanding respect
From the hunting pack
Who needs Heaven when there is Hell on earth?
For those that flee the sight
Of the shifting creatures in the night
There will be no place to run
Cries of innocents
Are wailing in their despair
‘Til tears are spent
The coming morning is impending doom
Her blessing washed away
In the dawn’s hateful and piercing gaze
I cannot wait for the night
She keeps the morning far away
At the edge of the coming dawn
You keep God’s eyes blind to all
The comings of the bestial spawn
Luna, sails across the sky
With starlight shining like silver jewels
Luna, mistress of the night
Cast your grace on the baying wolves
Smell the reek when the heart skips a beat
Dark magic, merging of man and beast
Sorcery forgotten and beyond the reach
Of jealous gods searching for the cure
To immortality so cold and pure
Behold, there will be blood and tears
When a man blessed with lycanthropy
Shows the meaning of true fear
Her cold touch is like a cheating lover’s
So sweet yet dangerous
I can hear the angelic chorus
With every snap of sinew
Sweet morels of flesh
In the devouring maw
I do not jest
The transformations beneath the full moon
Lupine eerie howling
A man embracing the beast, growling
When mother grants her blessing
She keeps the morning far away
At the edge of the coming dawn
You keep God’s eyes blind to all
The coming of the bestial spawn
Luna, sails across the sky
With starlight shining like silver jewels
Luna, mistress of the night
Cast your grace on the baying wolves
Run with the hunting pack
Under her watchful gaze
Rip the flesh as bones crack
In a crimson haze
Blood will not satisfy
On this bed of bones
Luna, please hear my cries
When the morning comes
Don’t leave me alone
I can feel it like a caress across my skin
Tingling my spine, rippling my flesh
My bones snap like a shot in the night
To unleash the beast upon the feast
A trail of blood litters the screaming wood
Paving the way for the others to hunt
The silver shivers my bones in cold songs
But I will hunt for the thrill of the kill
The apex predator
Stalking the night
Commanding respect
From the hunting pack
Who needs Heaven when there is Hell on earth?
For those that flee the sight
Of the shifting creatures in the night
There will be no place to run
Cries of innocents
Are wailing in their despair
‘Til tears are spent
The coming morning is impending doom
Her blessing washed away
In the dawn’s hateful and piercing gaze
I cannot wait for the night
She keeps the morning far away
At the edge of the coming dawn
You keep God’s eyes blind to all
The comings of the bestial spawn
Luna, sails across the sky
With starlight shining like silver jewels
Luna, mistress of the night
Cast your grace on the baying wolves
Published 14th Oct 2014
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