Denethor Wolfskin
Walking through the forest of sorrow
An awful cry tears through the sky
The wind so dark and cold
The darkest fears in my heart unfold
Looking up to the blackened sky
I see the fullmoon standing high
My hands turn into claws
And my voice becomes a monsters growl
Ripping my victims to pieces
I raise my bloodstained claws up to the sky
Their blood flows through my body
And I feel their lives float away
The shadows of night begin to fade
And as the sun impales the sky
I awaken...
The beast awakes in me
