Loup Garou

Loup Garou
Jack Green

      In those that are possess'd with't there oreflowes such mellencholly humour, they imagine themselves to be transformed into woolves,Steale forth to church-yards in the dead of night,
     -John Webster, in The Duchess of Malfy

In the night woods, bereft of lighted day
      Wrapped in the skin of fell beast
And covered in oil of Lupine lore
      I await the blood red feast
For I have drunk from a wolf’s print
      Infernal pact and seeping tonic
I arise and destroy, evil to the core
      Arise...

     Don’t be caught on the moor tonight
      Don’t tread on unhallowed ground
     For the moon rules my soul like the tides
      And I’ll strike with neigh but a sound
     Bristles and fangs slaver and claws
      My bones bend to demonic will
     Pentangle carved deep in red in my paws
      I am Wolfen, man I shall kill

Outside the tavern a scratching sound is heard
      The folk drop their glasses in fear
And cross their hearts once and once again
      They feel the Wolf is near
For I have taken their daughters away
      And torn small bodies into quarters
I arise and destroy, speaking nevermore
      Never.....

Red eyes in the churchyard, red fangs in your children
The fear of my breath on their necks as I kill them
Black soul from the valley, Black heart from the moon
A howl in the night means I come for them soon
To die brings you pain, to live, worsen still
For the coldness of mine, your warm heart will soon fill...