Sapthuran Iii
In sleep
I dream of times past
Lost ages
Before the days of man
My hatred burns deep
For those who walk the Earth
On two legs
For they have defiled
That which came before them
Aeons ago
I awake
Eyes ablaze
As the night overtakes me
The blood of the wolf
Fuses with the blood of man
My veins pulse with instinctive fire
As I become
One with creation