The Everlasting Hunt

The decrepit stench of the battlefield has followed me back home
To see my kin, faces wrought in agony's grasp. Can I ever atone?

The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned
The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity a family destroyed
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed
I choose revenge, I give myself to the moon.

Wolves beset; a packleader born from death of humanity's call
To eviscerate, decapitate, this beastial wrath. By carnal vigor, I am enthralled.

The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned
The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity a family destroyed
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed
I choose revenge, I give myself to the moon.

Rend.

Feral nature courses through my veins
This debt must be paid.

Blindly rending, this Moon-gifted strength, contorting all manners of flesh
Each jugular, plucked like the string of a harp, I conduct this sonata of death
Jaws descending into hearts of the men who claimed my beloved from me
Howls emanate from this soulless husk
An Alpha has risen. Wolfen Majesty
Majesty!

The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned.

The Hunt, Unending
Ceaselessly cold
Not a modicum of regret
for an afterlife untold
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed. I chose revenge, I gave myself to the moon.