Once more I'll be your lycanthrope
dripping blood from fang and claw
we'll scourge the night and the dark
breaking supernatural law
No one the wiser still
by day we'll hide and plan
taking our pride and thrills
killing as we can
The pack roving streets and roads
a trek of monthly needs
yes it's ol hallow's eve
tonight we hunt, we feed
No guilt upon our souls
even though, it's unnatural
preying feeding at the moon
unstated sins
in bloom
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Once more I'll be your lycanthrope
dripping blood from fang and claw
we'll scourge the night and the dark
breaking supernatural law
No one the wiser still
by day we'll hide and plan
taking our pride and thrills
killing as we can
The pack roving streets and roads
a trek of monthly needs
yes it's ol hallow's eve
tonight we hunt, we feed
No guilt upon our souls
even though, it's unnatural
preying feeding at the moon
unstated sins
in bloom
Hooooooowl, that time of year again, stay off the moors, and ware the moon ;D
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