OF THE COLD - Becoming The Wolf

Detached from the world
And all it brings
Where darkness reigns in
This December rain
Saw it so clear
This desperate measure
A maddening plan, a vital mission
Setting out in bitter biting wind
Beneath the gleering moon
To become a wolf
Trekking out into the dark
Third times the charm
At last I heard the snarl
A search for the beast
The beast within
Eyes, gleaming eyes
A cadaverous stench
The bliss of pain
As the fangs find my flesh
The ravishing ravenous claws
A relentless reveling howl
My mortal form torn
Undying power
Becoming the wolf
Welcoming the curse of the moon
Heart riven
Bones crushed
The remains a picnic for crows
Yet convulsions
The mass rising
An abomination born
Golden eyes gleam
A snarling grin
Nails swelling to claws
Echoes of an harrowing scream
The hunt begins
Time to feast
Glistening fangs
in search for blood
Released
The creature within
Eyes, gleaming eyes
Stalking innocence
The sweet bloodlust
As the fangs find your flesh
Glistening ripping claws
A ravishing hunger
Enticing crimson snow
Undying power
Becoming the wolf
Rejoice in the light of the moon

Written by:
Andreas Johansson

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