I am a beast,
rugged and grey.
Without mercy,
I hunt my prey.
Hunger I never still,
no matter how much
I ****.
With yellow eyes
I see in the night.
To hunt and ****
all in my sight.
My fangs rip throats
of sheep, cows and
goats.
I run, tear, rip and eat.
Even man to me is only
meat.
When my howl is heard
do not come near,
if to you, your life is dear.

Lightning rips the sky apart.
Rain pummels the ground.
Thunder shreds the silence.
The force of nature displayed
in its most beautiful form.

Drip
Life is leaving
your body
Drop
Too weak to
move now
Drip
Still a final
hopeless effort
Drop
But then the mind
starts to fade
Drip
With an empty head
calmness comes
Drop
In your final breath
you embrace death
Drip
And now all is black
  
You are never
coming back.

The clouds are red.
Red, the color of blood.
It's a nice day but still
it's raining. It's raining
blood. Sweet, sticky,
salty blood from the
skies. First a few drops
but soon it's pouring
down. People look up,
there faces all red and
smeared with blood.
Red blood. Red like
the clouds.

I fall in slow motion from the heavens.
Down through the clouds I drift
and now I see them, people who look
at me as I fall. They all know me,
everyone of them. I fall faster than
I think. To them it's like lightning
from heaven. But they all know me
and they heard thunder before my fall.
Don't believe the lies about me.
I love you all.

What are you, little creature      
now that I have peeled off      
your skin? The thing beneath      
isn't so nice. A hateful little      
thing filled with thoughts of      
vengeance. But no, pitiful      
creature. Now that you are      
mine there will be no more      
of that. You may hiss, spit      
and growl but it won't help.      
I will lock you in this cage      
and throw away the key.      
So goodbye, little thing.

My secret god that fills the sky
at night. Lord of the twilight,
of madness, death and
rapture.

Sinfully but with heads held high
we dine on the nectar of life.
This is a burden we, the chosen
must bear.

Are we, the rulers of the night
denied our right to godhood?
We, the kings of shadows born
of sacred blood.

Alas, it was with great sorrow
we left the world of men. Bereft
even of our humanity, we long
for redemption.

Sorry is our fate. False lives filled
only with bittersweet reminiscence
of a less unhappy past. A past when
we were alive.