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

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