Night beacongripping Rainbow darkflames Echo howls ofconduction of satire In a darkuninhabited wilderness Devilish smileunder the Dim light of the full moon Werewolves! Sharp fangsglistening in the middle of the night to increasingly rigid The four-footcrawl every territory Looking for thetomb of dead comrades In years gone by, since the black crows come spreading false dogma Now the King Without aCrown Has gone out ofhis space exile to foul He ran with agrudge who peaked "Now I am alone in the middle of the woods Which only covered by the black mist among the cemetery of thecorpse" Standing in awilderness that's shrouded in darkness Brooding withanger increasingly felt within