The curse of the deafening howl stays within him,
Yellow chipped claws will rip off their skin,
His red, scarred eyes possessed by grim,
The silence breaks, a rallying cry,
He’s doomed for aye!
Nocturnal crime and silent sky,
The Great Wolf is still alone in the dead of the night,
He’s doomed for aye!
The blind rage wrapped its cold fingers around his neck again,
His sight get’s blurry as the hate coils around him like a chain,
Sweet obscurity has taken over his mind,
He will never be refined,
As the madness inside him, the moon owns the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
Into the corrupt scenery of odd,
This night the evi