The Birth of the Lycan - Lycanthropy

Every star now spoke about the war from Hell to those on earth that live

holy soul began to grieve, its like a lick the poison of the sting

Rapture’s mingled tear, tyrants on the march

Slavery’s violence, the vital fire seems re-illumed

Consummation of the darkest hope

The birth of the Lycan

Hatred rules his sinews and coerces his black soul to act

Vile sheep is in blood