THE ANCIENT WOLF
THE MAGNIFICENT MISFIT
CARNIVORE DELUX
WITH EYES OF STEEL
THAT SEE IN DARK
AND CRAWL INSIDE A THING
TO FEAST ON
THE AROMA OF FEAR
I GIVE PRAISE TO YOU WOLF
I WALKED BESIDE YOU
IN THE HUNT
NESTLED IN THE LAIR
AGAINST YOUR STIFF COAT
AND TASTED
YOUR PREY
IN THE WIND
WHY DO I GO TO THE WORLD
OF MAN
LIVE WITH THEM
WHEN MY HEART
IS WITH YOU
TRACKING THE SCENT
OF THAT WHICH RUNS
IN EBONY BLACK
WHY IN MY HUMILIATION
DO I WALK THE
CONCRETE JUNGLES OF MAN
WHOSE SHARP TEETH ARE IN
THEIR LIES
AND WHOSE STRENGTH
IN POCKETS
OF FEAR THEY WEAR
WHAT MADNESS
HAVE I WROUGHT
ON MYSELF
TO INCARCERATE
MY SOUL
AS PRISONER
IN THEIR
DUNGEON OF DECEPTION
