The Dark Gift...

The Dark Gift

Tempered skylines fading fast
Brilliant crimsons gray at last
Hunger waxing, waning moon
Light so precious, gone too soon

Distant calling from the south
Whispered prayers escape your mouth
Running, fleeing, try to hide
Yet more baying from the side

Sweating, gasping, losing breath
Panic stricken cheating death
Just behind you, don`t look back
Odds against you oh so stacked

Feel teeth sinking, falling down
Blood is spilling all around
Gnashing, tearing, golden eyes
Fade to black beneath dark skies

Made to suffer through the day
Tossing, turning, `til the gray
Full moon rising saneness dies
Screaming, howling stiffles cries

Trouncing, running, through the moors
Burning hunger on all fours
Seeking victims left and right
Hell, the dark gift, born last night

No more questions, only lies
From your father Lord of flies
Half torn flesh with broken bones
Never hunt the moors alone...

Pit 20004