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- - - SAVAGE - - -

Across haunted moors and lover's groves
The great beast's howl rents the night
The full moon casts spells on misty meadows
Bathed in the glow of the lunar light

I lead her to the wishing well
Tears wasted on tragedy
And crucifixion nails
I watched her, eagerly, while she wept
Bared her heart of misery
All the while as the beast crept

In despair and broken faith
I savage
In the eyes of holy wraiths
I savage
In the throes of cunting grunts
I savage
In the wilds and joys of hunts
I savage
I savage

At gates of holy grounds
Empty prayer eulogy
Echoes across the town
Whispers of an undying menace
And of feats of agony
Reserved for the devil's furnace

But still she awaits at the precipice
In that hour, crows take flight
Above raging waters where we had kissed
Bathed in the glow of the lunar light

Suicide pacts, broken hearts
I savage
And the wolf's bane in the dark
I savage
With the taste of tainted meat
I savage
Tangled in the bitch's heat
I savage
I savage

Cold be the nights of the lycan pack
Creeping in, stirring
For another attack

In despair and broken faith
I savage
In the eyes of holy wraiths
I savage
In the throes of cunting grunts
I savage
In the wilds and joys of hunts
I savage
I savage

(c) 2015 Frank Green