Sunrise

By the moon howling
Lies a man transformed
By the deepest primal rage
Cursed to roam the night
A man in wolf shape
Wishing for the sunrise
Deep inside.

Moon red like blood
Upon the sea
Dear lord let me rest
Let me see.

My eyes raise up to view a silent moon
Then blood begins to toil rage doth vaguely bloom
A sudden hate becomes my only sense for breath
As I hunger more and more for tasting living flesh.

In the country side
By the grave stones and whispering woods
Sings a voice deep in the trees
A Witch's song
Calling out to my heart
Bestowing blessing to seize me from the dark.

A secret horror I must bare
Until it ends the full moon glare
A sudden hate becomes
My only sense for breath
As I hunger more and more for
Tasting living flesh.

As they run and they scurry
Across the village I sight
A witch's humble gaze
The one who wields the moonlight
The sun she doth murder
To bring the wolves into men
And the men into night
Turning angels into flies
By the wave of her hand
My blood doth she command
Joined with the moonlight
And the forest by night.