Waken up in the middle of a hell with cold eye's and a bleeding sprite.
The fall of me, that is in me,it's calls for doom that has been sever off betrayed.
The heart breaks! and the rage is found. And it's has lust the day of the devour hell on earth.
I am Lycan now no longer a dream, I am the beast at eats man on the streets I am the hottest of red on the blue bedsheets.
Mack the knife of the moon light up aganist the man.
The werewolfs are in love annihilating freedom and flesh finding joy in the sin's!