Werewolves

Night beacongripping
Rainbow darkflames
Echo howls ofconduction of satire
In a darkuninhabited wilderness
Devilish smileunder the Dim light of the full moon
Werewolves!
Sharp fangsglistening in the middle of the night to increasingly rigid
The four-footcrawl every territory
Looking for thetomb of dead comrades
In years gone by, since the black crows come spreading false dogma
Now the King
Without aCrown
Has gone out ofhis space exile to foul
He ran with agrudge who peaked
«Now I am alone in the middle of the woods
Which only covered by the black mist among the cemetery of thecorpse»
Standing in awilderness that’s shrouded in darkness
Brooding withanger increasingly felt within