The sun bores the light and the moon bores the dark
Some awaken at dawn, at night do others make their mark
The pure course their routine as the bee feeds off of the flower
The unnatural rise against nature's tradition with terrifying power
Abominations are born to destroy the balance as they are cursed
Coming together by wolf and man are a result among the worst


The human is a dweller of the light, and a sleeper of the nocturne
Full shining sun does it protect the human from the appalling turn
The full moon is the only eclipse to this haven of temporary peace
For the lunar cycle assigns the human to monster upon release
To stay in the light maintains the course of all normality to tell
For the one when light descends to shadow does Heaven turn to Hell
The growth of searing teeth, claws, and fur are terrors before the howl
Signalling no mere wolf but a humanoid beast to begin its nightly prowl


Pain induced by the exchange from man to beast is a tremendous flood
Upon the finish is granted a hungry taste for all things pure blood
The sleeper becomes the hunter of the night and the slasher of many
Tall does it stand with a gaze of death drawn to the prey plus twenty
A roar is the threat to scatter a lion pack and a predicate to destroy
Once in sight, escape is impossible for all are the werewolf's toy

Weary do the shields of my eyes achieve a state of such
Toil is the day's reception to my work of much
Night ascends to the mind as the sun begins its rest
More the wake does more the shadow be addressed
Cold I become and want for the warm does it to me infect
Life is an angel under the cover but outward it is a defect
Need do I escape from the hardship of the daily chore
As I make full of a wish to reproach my tire in this lore


The bed is a place of night salvation that I lovingly caress
The demon of cold is it a safe abode from that I eternally bless
My head shall it slumber upon the clouds of comfort
Such a ritual relieves me from a duty of holding alert
Stress will vanish as mist in the humid of the summer
Machine of function will it deactivate for the dream's mummer
The feet retire to soft from standing on the surface of hard
To ease is to embrace a gift from the Creator of the Yard


The mission is to allow human nature to take the nightly course
Do not disturb this easy task for it I will reciprocate with hoarse
Cannot I stay functional for all's time and grant you the satisfy
As the sun cannot be stilled for eternal light and other gratify
Hear I must for the lullaby of none to soft to give me the advance
True be the rising moon and false be the blinding sun in my stance
A theatre casting me the role of the corpse for the night's occupation
It is a transition from the hell of wake to the heaven of hibernation


Home is not material but the heart's settlement of love
Freedom I have liberated myself to from work's shove
Awakening is a prison sentence and unconscious is the escape
Morning do I wish to remain in this world under the drape
Unfortunate is the force of nature to allow the night to sail
Arrival is the day's light of blind and the cold's powerful hail
This transition is a paragon of survival tests for all human
Two paths are the endurance of ****** wake or forever numen

Blank is the only thought known in the mind's velocity
Blank is the motive for the one to unleash atrocity
Blank becomes the heart as it encases no pain nor joy
Blank merely senses no rudiment in good or evil's ploy
Blank removes the face far from emotion's function
Blank contributes part in the psychotic conjunction
Blank of colour has it not, neither has it not everything
Blank is the incubator of pure evil for its purpose is nothing


Dark has claimed lordship over the temple of God
Dark shall only not grant the self but others the trod
Dark is the illness for which not shall it cease
Dark is the standing bear to the prey upon release
Dark gives the sun's casket at the funeral the seal
Dark senses no illusion in pursuit of what is real
Dark is the siren's song of tempting desire
Dark is the fuel of persuasion to the raging hellfire


Monster has the person become from a transformation much gruesome
In comparison to the lycanthrope's curse from a life so glum
Silence does the killer perform the wait for this moonrise
Wolf does not in he result but psychosis shall evoke demise
Hell is the starting gate for the devil to begin his race on earth
Slaughtered shall be anyone until achieved is the end's worth
Light will not the butcher dwell in for his blade of razor to land
Lightless will the assassin delay in for the lust of death by hand  


Cannot you outrun the follower, ceaselessly he follows
Subject you are to this doctor's experiment of gallows
Shadow does for you he wait in for the death strike
Watcher will he portray such a role in his image alike
Closet shall you beware for the demon's haunt it has become
Drains are elsewhere he shall stay for they are fear to some
The primary sense is vision for it has the ability to identify
Application of the sense does it most suit the villain to mortify
The possessed blade is as sharp as the pain to cause the victim's cries
For such an action does pleasure be ensured for the blackest eyes

Courage constitutes not the overcome but confrontation of fear
Necessary it is desired for the descending climate of evil here
Blotted out will be the light if left unprotected from the shadow
Thus the saviour must arise with given the resonating glow
Thrashed be the innocent by the machine of evil from the world below
Lest the valiant face the darkness with intent of casting the final blow


Foretold has always been the legend of the oncoming storm
The clouds that curse the earth with shade is such the norm
A storm of venom, infect shall it deliver to all that is living
A storm of full anger to decimate all of which is unforgiving
A storm of desert fume to starve the earth of all primitive need
A storm of wash upon the mind shall be cast on all inhabitants' heed  
A storm of all evil confined in one to pursue the Creator's throne
Chaos shall delighted the evil be in the world become overthrown


Not will fear always gain the upper hand, for it has the flaw of pure
Infection residing in the wound can withdrawn be with the cure
Folklore speak of the brave that shall one barrier the evil from earth
Helpless will be defended by and evil be bind by the valour-sworn girth
Must the wielder of justice fight one shall with the hellmonger be engaged
Come shall the battle across the plains of distant will the two sides be raged
Fields will be torn by the blood and fires of the opponents' result in war
World's fate in either of the competitors' hands shall decision be with horror


Titans of good and evil shall one of either side face the bitter smite
Demons will plague hell or angels shall embrace heaven with might
Sword of the effort will accomplish completion or total destruction
Handled by good will the sword enact the bringer of the peace nation
Handled by evil will the sword further cover the land in demonization
Substance given to this reason will the legend league with the hero in part
As darkness owns a force so brute yet no match for the cougar's heart

Witness I have become to your nature of selfish hurt
Closing does my fist form towards your mind of dirt
Pain not only you contribute but plagues me from sight
Need more do I wish for justice to give you the smite
Being does it emphasize upon the soul of righteousness
Tempt me not for the enemy urge is the bringer of madness
Longer can I not endure your treacherous ego of none so clear
Dog you will be to this wolf for it will force upon you the sear


The ones you gave the hurt is the hurt of same forced upon me
For you are the deathly gas to wither my flowers of sweet
But withered will I not remain for your poison will you get the taste
Better to be the scared insect at first of my sight and flee post-haste
Or be the impala under fright from the chase by the enraged lion
A criminal sentenced to purgatory courtesy of the devil's scion
Such comparisons do I make for this boiling cauldron to equate
Your merciless strikes of lighting is the thunder to my hate


Caged can no longer resilience be the strength for this beast
Once this prison breaks with ill, serve you shall to my anger's feast
Should accomplished be the quest for your malicious blood
The knife will bathe in the very warmth of such a flood
Riddled you not be with words but by the sting of my bullet
Disguise may you hide as an angel but I am hell's curate
Light of false intend I arrange the force of disembark
Expose is the swimmer's blood to summon the evil shark


Declare I plant are the contagious seeds of a brutal war
Stained will be the land of your blood's entirety in store
Nightly psalm shall be the scream you suffer from my bite
Death is not the salvation, but it is the durability of my fight
Persecution will not be your past-time but your time of demise
Order must be the oar to surpass the river of chaos for the rise
The sky of blue shall red be the change from your blood of grunge
As your reign of evil before my deep breath will end by the plunge

Calm was the air did its breath of slow utter
Slight given was the pressure against the trees' clutter
The tide gave toward the shore a bathing of fond
A raindrop tapping the ripple in the water's pond
Nature was it mothered to be the earth of pure
Land, air, and water were the children of cure
Howbeit born was the arrival of human error
For Nature a victim she became of this polluting terror


All content of luxury became poison when left forgot
Expense became the drain of Nature when industry was begot
Slave did she become with the negligent torture by all synthetic
Water was it forced to swallow hard all fluids of hectic
Land was it diagnosed with a cancer of slow plague in the cell
Air did bleeding of all fresh had it become from the settled hell
Human destined were they to rule yet abuse emerged their ego
Dying may be Nature but reaction will not treat with regal


Beware be the responsible for their prisoner has power of destructive
No longer shall Nature absorb mankind's terror with constructive
Balance of all earthly condition does support root from the wind
Tool of value has it forever been used to course the planet's skin
But in addition can poison fuel the wind's vehicle to maximum
Point of breaking can wind unleash Nature with the pendulum
Quiet will no longer be Nature idle in standing by
Foresight will come with the storms to punish those with might


A tower of gales shall it tear apart all houses of mankind
Tides will erupt with anger to wash all those to the bind
Burn shall explosion cooperate with volcanoes for the share
Extrapolated be all ends of the heat spectrum beyond repair
Survival can longer not it be for the humans to this breeze
Nature wages the unmatched war till gone be the disease
Launching from her fissure shall come the monsters' end
For her ally of wind will one make the closing amend