I run through the forest of the night Wolf paws beating my reckless flight Bones crunching with sweet pain Wiping clear all thoughts sane A scream tears from my throat As chestnut trails weave my coat Primeval cries rise from the night My hackles raise ready to fight Silver bullets scream through the air Searching for my skin to tear Cold light simmers in their eyes As evil as their blood thirsty cries Chasing me with skill and speed Trying to quench some insatiable need Bullets spilling my crimson blood Shallow puddles in the half dried mud And as my reign fell in the forest of the night My last thought was of dawns first light