Testo di Libahunt (The Werewolf)

As the moon became our desire from the heart that blinded the dark grew into a well made for frenzy to inspire disrupting the lethargic beingness I find myself at zero ripping at truths, killing senses I do recede from strains as the shadows rise souls of pure are dreaming the moon evoking bloodfog the lust gripping the mind enraged we're feeding on feelings serving the eternal hunger releasing once more the urges that forever will remain thrusting fangs into the flesh - we still have time drowning in bloodlust we're leading the moonwrath