Howl

A bloodcurdling sound cracks through the night,
A piercing howl, a dreadful sight,

Beast so pure, blood running through,
The dark side is cold, but awfully true,

As the beast howls, she screams of pain and sorrow,
Though those who hear will forget by tomorrow,

A sad sound to behold as always, a sickening song to my ears,
She sings of death, despair and slaughter, she sings of her fears,

Howling away at the dark in her life,
To let it out, to relieve the strife,

Finding a way of releasing your soul,
To let go of reality, to let go of it all,

That is the reason the beast must sing,
To be rid of her fears, every little thing,

She is the nighttime, the edge of the gulf,
She is the fear, she is the wolf.