Lycanthropic Slaughter from Creation Undone by Malicious Deity

The moon pierces my soul, I feel the beast within me surge

It calls to me, primal instinct of flesh and bloodlust to purge

This night I run with the wolves so free

Through the eternal dark of the forest I can see

Into the path of smaller animals whom I devour raw with savage hunger



The pain of the muzzle taking shape as my skull shifts

The pain of the claws pushing through my fingertips

The pain of all my senses heightened unnaturally in nocturnal pulse

I know I cannot stop this Lycanthropic Slaughter

Lycanthropic Slaughter...


An isolated church stands before me

Its pathetic light shines poorly through its tainted windows

The sound of the sheep singing within tears at my ears

Before I know it the door smashed in and I take to them with fury

The entire congregation slain so swiftly, blood floods the house of god


The priest dies last, his jugular ripped slowly from his throat

A stray candle is knocked over in the fray

Now it all goes up in flames as I howl away

When I awake naked in the cold of the new morning

The ash and smoke of the church drifting over me

Nothing can I remember of the night before

When the moon is full again I shall hunt once more

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