Crawl along with me into savage memories.
Where we hunt until dawn while mortals count sheep.
Taking form against flames.
I can still hear the screams echoing.
When the moonlight fades away
And I shapeshift back to me….
what I would not trade
For just one more night,
One more night to be changed.
Reach into the past for a moment here with me.
When fangs would emerge, when vision would blur.
When we lived for the kill without hope for the cure
From the beast.
We dined with the wolves in the shapes of men.
We joined in the hunger, the feast of dens.
You howled at the thought before you knew
The spirit still lives inside of you, too.
