In every haunting night in the voices of tidethat howls above under a moon abovein this night the cruel beast comes out at nightat a whispering decadent tideblood smell in their body's skinthey pinch it with invisible pinoh these beasty lycanswerewolves or lycans.........The circle formed with the power of satanthe fury of kingdom,the tragic kingdomthe devil's mark on their hairy bodythey are dirty,evil and mostly muddyrestless are they,ever sayas they haunt or prey,eversayprey at night,haunt at time of tidealways cried with all voices of tidesatanic beast with nocturnal feastfeast of those beastare never leaston those beasty werewolveslycans or werewolves.........Severely hot,the hottest of allthis underworld creatures are willing to callfrom hell nowif beast bites at nightwith its cripsy lymphin full moon night at midnightwith its injured linkin the new moon night,at midnightthose cries like wolves with bit of sightnight vision abilities and its best moveskills the human and dog in this movesvampires are foes of these werewolvesoh devilry beast,oh satanic beastlycans or the beast,werewolves or the beastoh beast,lord of the beastsat the death place,tearing the veil from gracetears the flesh,in dinner at deviant palaceas it tears the flesh,it tears the faceat a evil place gives devilry pacein space now.........From space of hell to pace or pisshungry death comes at noises of serpentine hissesstrength of beast,devilry beastlycanthropy declares the crying of beastthe crying of demon,werewolves,lycans or beasts.........Oh great satanic beasts.