The Wolffen

A lonly nights painful cry.
A herald to those soon to die.
The gates are barred, the windows sealed.
Trying to stop the Wolffen killed.
Blood spread, like paint on walls of gold.
Taloned prints along shadowed hold.
A growling death thats dark and cold.
The fate that man long did hold.
Silent death stalking it's prey.
The holy man dies in utter dismay.
A red satin lined coffin of dark hard wood.
The dark stained grass where the Wolffen stood.
In the shape of man, with the soul of a beast.
The Wolffen smelling a bloody feast.
The late night prayers fuels the power.
Death does come at the witching hour.
The Wolffens cry, the feast begins.
In war and pain began the sin.
The holiest of holys, no longer the bane.
As the wolffen lord opens your vein.
Christ the church now doomed to fail.
The deamon powers released from hell.
Man forgotten in a world of light.
Never again to see the holy light......Of the Wolffen.....

07/02/86
DNE