an ancient orb of malice eternal.
The boughs of the shadow forest gleam
beneath the enticing moonbeams,
transfixing the gaze of those under their spell;
And Luna's poison clouds their minds;
an ecstasy of twisted dreams...
It begins: The nightmare of fangs.
A sudden rigidity of the limbs,
chased by a shiver of pleasure and pain-
O the cruel abandon!-
The curse of Cynthia descends
on the tortured souls of those moonstruck.
The esence of The Beast,
shackled and manacled,
Bursts free with a bestial snarl,
and it chases away the agonied mind,
laying waste to humanity; its freedom gained.
The Wolfpack howls-
Hearken to the baying of the hounds-
As Cynthia's curse descends
on those mocked by the heavens.
Beast of the Night, Lord of Terrors,
the Hound of Hell, Cerberus of Lycanthropy.
Slavering jaws, the swords of savagery
Ornament his gaping maw;
A vortex of oblivion,
sucking you into the eternal darkness primal...
Afixed to the heavens, there it shines:
an ancient orb of malice eternal.
The boughs of the shadow forest gleam
beneath the enticing moonbeams,
transfixing the gaze of those under their spell;
And Luna's poison clouds their minds;
an ecstasy of twisted dreams...Lycanthropy.