A touch of darkness on my ash-colored skin
Revealing the fear of emptiness within

Strokes of midnight, fullmoon commands
Silhouette appears, from shadow attacks
Outcast from the youngest age
My youth to spend devouring souls and flesh

I am betrayed by my own kin
Rejected by the ones I hold dear
Offspring doomed to live in sin
My revenge is what they should fear

On wolven sheets I claim my throne
For I was left to roam the wild
In wolven skin I hide 'til dawn
For I have turned to beast from child

Strokes of midnight, fullmoon commands
Silhouette appears, from shadow attacks
Silence denied, another child cries
Eaten alive, the wolf inside

Outcast from the youngest age
In darkness he'll forever hide