Nameless Rising Blood
The shadows hunch, and scream in pain,
Destroying life and light...
The moon is pulsing, calling to
the fears of breathing night...
The deathly things that can't exist
Will rise and numb your bones.
Then werewolves scream, with all the might,
Of pain, of dark, of stones...
Claws tearing through the mist and air
Invisible, unreal..
But Pain is not, and pain is hot
As souls they drink and steal...
As Moonlight calls, and Darkness falls
All hail the Soul of Night!
And if your mouth is numb with fear
Then wait for dreams of light...
Rising Blood - the original
