Within these slender beams of thought
I penetrate your mood.
With my teeth I rip and tear at the arteries
of your heart,
I'm here to eat all your broken pieces.
What precious thoughts you dismay,
destroying life like its your pray.
Hemlock and grove
cauldrons run cold
upon the foggy hills these wolves run free.
Bird of prey live within the shadows,
of long forgotten souls.
Times are upon us
when transformation of man to wolf
deeply devours all who stay.
I do warn thy,
when the spirit of man is not man but wolf
he will hunt and feed
there is no fight the wolf wins
there's no doubt in that.
The transformation - Man to Wolf
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