The decrepit stench of the battlefield has followed me back home
To see my kin, faces wrought in agony's grasp
Can I ever atone?
The Hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned
The hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for a family destroyed
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed
I chose revenge, I gave myself to the Moon
Wolves beset; a packleader born from death of humanity's call
To eviscerate, decipitate, this beastial wrath
By carnal vigor, I am enthralled
The Hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned
The hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for a family destroyed
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed
I chose revenge, I gave myself to the Moon
Rend
Feral nature courses through my veins
This debt must be paid
Blindly rending, this Moon-gifted strength, contorting all manners of flesh
Each jugular, plucked like the strings of a harp, I conduct this sonata of death
Jaws descending into the hearts of the men who claimed my beloved from me
Howls emanate from this soulless husk
An Alpha has risen. Wolfen Majesty
Majesty
The Hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed
I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon
Hatred unerring, to battle, attuned
The hunt, unending
Ceaselessly void
Not a modicum of pity for a family destroyed
By the Lycanthrope's gift, by hatred consumed
I chose revenge, I gave myself to the Moon