1. THIS CURSED LINEAGE

Marked for eternity by covenants with the obscene,
This lycan heart trapped in blackest of nocturnal dreams.

The darkness beckons me into the stillness of the night,
And to the clearing it implores.
This starless evening shall play host to most unholy practice;
I'm but the Dark One's wolven whore.
Before his altar I shed this human husk,
Assuming a most malignant form.
With claw and fang, I claim the object of my lust.
Four-legged horror filled with scorn.

Before my ebon throne the creatures born of darkness bow,
Worshipping my blasphemous reign.
I preach through canine teeth of murder and despair
To drown this worthless human race in pain.

Stalking the woods, a carnal hunger grows within.
These jaws carnivorous, they ache for flesh again.

Betraying the beaten path of dirt for cobblestone.
To the hearth of man I trot with haste.
The distant torchlight glow guides me on my crusade.
To rid the earth of living waste.

This canine brow, branded with the hated pentagram.
Allegiance to the shadows sworn.
A suckling babe I sense, nursing in the candlelight.
Delightful is the thought of feasting on the newly born.

Before my ebon throne the creatures born of darkness bow,
Worshipping my blasphemous reign.
I preach through canine teeth of murder and despair
To drown this worthless human race in pain.

Unafflicted by the crucifix above the door,
God's hand defends you nevermore (-more).

Before my ebon throne the creatures born of darkness bow,
Worshipping my blasphemous reign.
I preach (I preach) through canine teeth of murder and despair
To drown this fucking human race in pain.

In pain.