The Werewolf Diaries
Unwanted by the habitat Loathed, unaccepted and despised This existence was an endless voyage in unrestricted condemnation But that day of feast arrived When the hounded became the hunter The abomination exalted Sharpening their claws, gathering their horde The hunting towers unknown to men Omnipresent hungry eyes The spiders ́ web for unwary flies Behold the trap, behold the dead In daylight we march among them In human shape among the race of man In the woods we might dwell In the flock of wolves we may hide The guises will never tell the double nature of our will Eye to eye with inhuman strength An unstoppable force of rage A relic of an unenlightened past A conception from a dying culture To fall into oblivionis to live in obscurity Their denial, our salvation they cast the shadows in which we reside Blinders of ignorance and ”reason” will lead them to never ending hell! A curse that became a blessing Two shapes of a beast of prey The tides that govern their lives The blood that controls our physical form In the limits of our earthly nature A discovery of ultimate freedom Ours is the key to the coffers A sinister lycanthrope reality The guardian brutes unknown to men Omnipresent hungry creatures Rural legends repeat themselves Behold the wolf, behold the dead
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
In this sombre midwinter night when they celebrate their saviour We gather as always here to call forth the unwanted behaviour Eyes meet eyes, the pact is signed The moon observes our horde Let us release our inner wilderness A savagery unexplored The pain to come, our mothers feared The high cost for the gift of life Afflicting every wakeful hour The carnal covenant of man and wife Passing through the fetal membrane A veil of animal origin The hope for a moment endurable Transformed into original sin Our existance became selecting between the soul of a hunter or the role of the easy prey The trees are alive... with the sound of bloodlust... I go to the forest when my thirst is intrusive I know I will taste what I ́ve tasted before A fatal ceasarian section Ten claws through an unconcious womb The boychild will never be born A probable huntsman entombed A festival initiated An epoch revived and preserved Once again we shall return!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Since their secular incantations Persecutions with pitchforks and fire We learned to lurk in the shadows to persist an existence so dire.... Nightside is on our side I inhale the cold humid air Hiding in the veils of fog Waiting for their flesh to tear.... apart! In daylight they will not distinguish between a predator and a mortal As phantoms we walk among them expecting the impulse to murder... The mist cover the fields... A gentle breeze caress the trees... The fullmoon gazing ferociously... All the signs are here for them to see... Everyone will warn you from entering our nocturnal hunting grounds Still, our instincts will never surrender to borders constructed by mankind Preparing for the banquet obscure Different faces of bear and wolf will be shown Vicious creatures making vicious gestures Pleasantries are not necessary anymore And dawn dissolve the sweeping haze We unite again in the gloom All celebrations come to an end Remnants of flesh and bones....
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
This thirst so irresistible, a hunger so powerful An enchanting state of mind Nocturnal stalker of mankind Far from your shelters I hide Their blessings and dignity I was denied That recurring call we all obey wielding the claws in this eternal twisted cabaret But maybe my sixth hour must arrive The one and final existence to deny? This metamorphosis, unable to amuse Every moon, a terminal breath to choose We all bark, we all bite Tables can be turned this very night
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026