The full Moon Cometh
Brighter then Before,
but cratered with Blood stained hands...

Here i lay Bleeding beneath
hand prints I once teached,
Hands that I once reached
And A Brother I lie beneath.

The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth,
Hidden behind the mask of men
I caught full glimplise of the beast,
A Friend.

As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side
My mouth grew parched,
Oh this Ides of March
Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died