Ballad of the Lykan
Ballad of the Werewolfs
All the lights went out in the city that night
The hunger came alive without a fight
Crept upon us without a surprise
They get warned of our disguise
Our existence they despise.
Are we evil?
Are we divine?
We all got a place in time
Are we evil?
Are we divine?
We all find a place to hide.
When they wake
They search for us in the light
We own the night
They command the light.
12 people gone out of sight
Disappeared in the night.
Then the lights fade
Then we emerge once again
Our hunger controlling who? What? and when.
We fill their nightmares through the night
But in the daylight we keep out of sight.
We hear the names you call us
Waiting for our fate to befall us
We are not evil
We are not divine
We are the hunter you’re the pray
until the start of the sun shining day.
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