Of Beast

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The full moon hangs high above the clouds
The night peaceful and still
But no rest will I find in this serenity
For the blood in my veins is of beast

My transformation has begun
Before it's too late you should run
Coarse hair emerges from my skin
My appearance now of my kin

Forced to bear the curse of my ancestors
In silvery moonlight I will hunt
Forever silencing victims screams
Their burden passed to me

My mutation nearly finished
Independence grows diminished
Flesh my stomach starting to crave
To this body I am a slave

Forced to bear the curse of my ancestors
In silvery moonlight I will hunt
Forever silencing victims screams
Their burden passed to me

The full moon hangs high above the clouds
The night filled with terror
I howl skyward from under the stars
For the blood in my veins is of beast

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