In The Name Of The Wolf

Last House On The Left

Compositor: last house on the left

In the name of the wolf, Lupine pride. In the name of the wolf, I wear a skin of hide. Forrest mist coagulation lay around the fallen trees. The death is in the air, the smell of lycanthropy. I change into this form - a form not one of myself. Ravenous, for full moon's in the air. Jugular puncture as I sink my pearly white into your neck. The flesh tears spurting blood. Your eyes roll back white with fright, as I eat your face. Lapping your blood. In the name of the wolf, Lupine pride. In the name of the wolf, the nightÃ?s my bride. In the name of the wolf, I will not die. In the name of the wolf, you are the one to die by me. The trees in the wind sing my song; a howl forever echoing. Be free, but only by fear. Beware, for it's my two eyes that stare between the trees, among the oak. The death I bring breaks your bones like the ground as you fall. Attain life with death.