Don't **** with the one
Who has taught you all you know
Whispers of doubt
Of denial
Of assassination
Drift through the pack
I don't joke, dog
I dont play
I'll grab you by the throat
With my fangs
And I will never let go
I just want you to feel
Your throat fill with blood
White hot fangs
The more **** you talk
The more the lust grows
Fullmoons fill me with joy
One more week until you return
One more day until you return
The night is come
A yellow harvest moon is risen over the fields
Snowflakes begin falling
Oh how your blood will look
Beneath the moon
Soaking warm on the silver snow
This was inspired by watching a National Geographic about wolves and then immediately an old samurai movie in which the combatants fight in the snow...js