coming out of the dark   the beast, it rears its head   walking onto the soft white, its lunar quest begins   an invasion of truth   to walk the land alone   stepping out of the moral slide   instinct is now its home   and its on, its on   the man is now the wolf   and i have changed form to live as winters evening birth   stepping into the cold   as gore drips from my fangs   walking into the moonlight, onto the snowy plains   i have waited so long to feel this alive   and its all that is real to me, on this winter night