Behold the night temper of the light seeker
The dark ones invoker and the shadow keeper
Reigning the midnight sky forging a battle cry
Majestic day shall bow as moonlight passing by
Fangs of the night will howl and bloody claws will prawl
By then, death feast shall crawl the dead and living souls
There comes a crimson flood, a world bathing in blood
For it, killing is good, killing is finding food
At day he is a man, a good samaritan
But at night, you should run, he is the feared wolfman
Hunter of the night cursed man of the moonlight
Yes beautiful daylight, fade before the dark knight.
