I've walked alone for Centuries Beneath the Moon Alone so cold out in the Dark I've searched so long for you Whose Blood's the same as I've inside You are my Breed Listen to this ancient Tale Of Fathers long ago As Clouds of endless Suffer Buried the Moon beneath On glorious Fields of frozen Lands He's lying still In the pale Face Of a dying King a Legend's told Of Tears which ran so bloodred Out of empty Eyes In the Time of Unlight Before Life and Time had begun When the Moon arose And gave birth to me in darkest Night Upon the Shades a Whisper Cries out an ancient Tale Of cruel Beings In the Woods of Loneliness It foretells a hundred Murders That lead through ancient Times Of mysterious Deaths of thousands Of Humans in darkest Nights The Ground has sipped all their Blood And grasps for dying Mortals Who are reaching for the Stars And cry loudly as they die . Lycanthrope has begun Dust and Fog has lead them Through eternal Night Golden Stars will shine up high Through Midnight's Face Out of the Forest so clear Hear the dreadful Screams Like immortal Hunger Of ancient Beasts Fear spreads its Wings And falls onto the Humans When the Moon, their Father, Shows them the Way Dark Impulses inside their Veins Lead them onward to kill again and again Into the Forest Where the Wolf awakes at Night And the greatest Beast of all Starts its Hunt for human Flesh I'm the great Father The Wolf, the ancient Blood Whose Bite is the gift Of a painful endless Life As the Moon shone high upon Showing me the Way Towards the mortal Bodies Of those I love by Day The Greed for Flesh of Humans Makes me hunt this Night Silently I may crawl nearer to my Victims So I arise my Claws and tear their Flesh away And mutilated Faces begin to stare at me Their Eyes are as cold as mine Staring at the Sky Where the Moon, my Father, Is waiting for their Souls Blood is flowing out of the Veins Of impaled Bodies lying in Shades And every Night when I awake Oh, weak Humans, prepare to die - DIE.
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