Lycaon

Lycaon King upon a bloodstained throne Drunk on power, blind, alone A feast of flesh, a cruel disguise Daring thunder from the skies The heavens watched, silent and grim Judgment carved in fire and wind A voice like storms, a hand of fate Now suffer what you desecrate The air ignites, the earth recoils Your name erased in blackened soil No man, no king, no flesh remains Only the curse that screams your name! Flesh is torn, the beast awakes! Blood runs cold, his spirit breaks! Moonlight calls, the hunt begins! Fangs replace the throne of kings! Twisting turning in the mud Claws will carve the world in blood! No humanity remains! Lycaon runs, unbound, profane! Bones erupt, the skin betrays Twisting, breaking, torn away Reason burns beneath the tide No voice, no will, no place to hide The hunt begins, the hunger calls A ghost of man within these walls A howling void, a hollow crown A king who fell, a beast unbound! Storms will rage, the sky will burn No path remains, no way to turn Flesh is lost, the wolf remains A name now spoken in disdain! Flesh is torn, the beast awakes! Blood runs cold, his spirit breaks! Moonlight calls, the hunt begins! Fangs replace the throne of kings! Twisting turning in the mud Claws will carve the world in blood! No humanity remains! Lycaon runs, unbound, profane! Flesh is torn, the beast awakes! Blood runs cold, his spirit breaks! Moonlight calls, the hunt begins! Fangs replace the throne of kings! Twisting turning in the mud Claws will carve the world in blood! No humanity remains! Lycaon runs, unbound, profane! Flesh is torn, the beast awakes! Blood runs cold, his spirit breaks! Moonlight calls, the hunt begins! Fangs replace the throne of kings! Twisting turning in the mud Claws will carve the world in blood! No humanity remains! Lycaon runs, unbound, profane!