Weena

I'm afraid of the night, helpless The forest is drenched in sinister fog My home is in the mountains, without civilisation I have no contact to the outside world A dog is barking in the night His faithful eyes gleaming, he stands on the porch I take him in and he grows stronger Guarding me against the creatures of the wood No hunting without him at my side I can't imagine life without him More and more, his body's changing His coat gets shaggy and his muscles bulge He shows hatred and aggressiveness towards me