Werewolf Called Want
breakin the shackles...breakin the chains...breakin the bars that kept him enslaved
running with the devil till the break of day
chased like a rabbit until he's caught
howling hells song...a werewolf called want
full moon rising and it turns blood red
like a ravenous raven...better off dead
filled with desire the darkness overflows
just a prowling predator with nowhere to go
the cancer comes slow and fills fast with fury
passion for prey...they scatter and they scurry
the judge and the jury...wearing the black robe of death...torments and taunts
howling hells song...a werewolf called want
dancing with the devil in a river of rage...victims get bit and victors get slain
on a sadistic stage the violins play on
time to pay the fiddler as the silver sickle swings
a monster to mouse...a lion to lamb
tables get turned like ticking clock hands
still nothing lasts forever...the right or the wrong
now streaming tears to satan
still howling hells song...rest in peace eternal beast...that werewolf called want
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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