I
LYCAN:
Silvermoon
Rage floods the streams of blood,
Of man or beast? Neither sane nor mad.
The Devil hath taken toll,
Yea, he wants it all.
The glimmer of the silver moon,
The innocent man's soul overtaken soon.
His eyes of fire as amber,
Terror! His psyche he can't remember.
His unadulterated howl conquered serenity,
Its rage, dauntless men enthrall:
The abomination, their calamity.
Brave men enroll, brave men shall fall.
He knew no courage, he is driven by wrath
The devil held the throne where his judgment once sat.
His claws will not handle reason,
His strong hind legs will not follow your direction.
The coward flee at his presence
Even great men's courage wane.
