Awake at dusk
and on the prowl
nocturnal creature
with a feral cowl
come, nightfall,
shine upon me
engulfed in darkness,
I am again free
a thousand daggers
pierce my veins
a thousand voices
cry out in pain
werewolf blood,
a right of birth
werewolf blood,
to raid the earth
a gift to all men of the north,
our pride and our internal force
a foul stench
upon the air
you hear their cries
their feeble prayers
all their fears
held deep within
made manifest
the feast begins
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