The Lycanthrope

Running Chasing Snarling Growling Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling In the shadows he is roaming Prehensile jaws- his mouth is foaming Feast on prey destroy the enemy With unbridled force and sheer ferocity An act of fate is the only hope For man alone has not the power to kill the Lycanthrope Running Chasing Snarling Growling Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling No way to return no chance to go back This insatiable creature is on the attack Feast on prey destroy the enemy With unbridled force and sheer ferocity An act of fate is the only hope For man alone has not the power to kill the Lycanthrope The blood soaked fur is wet with death A warm embrace of lethal breath No one is safe no one can hide From the slave of Lunar tides Running Chasing Snarling Growling Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling No way to return no chance to go back This insatiable creature is on the attack --- The Lycanthrope - Nunslaughter