The Hysterical Hunt
"As darkness falls, the glowing eyes appear. When you hear twigs crack, don't make a noise and hide your fear."
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Terra Maledieta (The Writer) Our darkest times In secluded neighborhoods Born out of a nightmarish world It stalks the marshes and woods A spectacular creature gone wild? Attacking our livelihoods Fear has stalled the daily works Trembling for what in the shadow lurks A trace of blood in its cruel path A pain inflicted by God's wrath? Fear and death, while consternations spread Every other bloodshed, for the King a fatal threat La Bête Féroce (The Preacher) "In the dark there are mysteries, and dangers lurk within the trees. These haunting eyes, they behold, and await, with death foretold." (The Writer) Too many children and women are slain The attacks all done as if with human disdain It eats the liver, the heart and the head The rest it leaves behind all turned ash red All the witnesses confirm: "It only bears a slight resemblance to the lupine form!" "There's no sign of a lupine form." Long, low, brownish color with a black stripe down its back Long tail, very big claws, as tall as a year old calf While its eyes seem to sparkle of fire, pitch black They say it listens to the devil's laughter The shepherds, fearful and alerted They only go out in groups The fairs and markets are deserted Misery and fear rule the troops "Her tracks were said to be different from those of wolves A general fear for dangerous beasts Howling into the night This ferocious beast that ravages the world Howling into the night" "There's no sign of a lupine form!"
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
The Hour Between Dog and Wolf (The Hunter) "Gather around and listen my good people For I bring news of utmost dire Not for those with a stomach feeble Amass pitchfork and torch afire There is a soulless creature roaming the land A terrible beast of which little is known Feasting on the flesh of animal and man Leaving naught but gut and bone Unknown is its origin Elusive shadow, an enemy within?" (The Lover) This long and silent night Why did I invite this man at candlelight? Trapped between these walls when the evening falls Tired of the halls with their royal protocols (The Writer) "By then, rumors began to spread at court That people spoke of a demon, of witchcraft, and of a werewolf lord. His Highness, our God blessed king declared That the slayer of this monster would be gifted with royal award!" For the Love of Glory and Gold (The Hunter) "Order all the townspeople and peasants to obey their councils and punish those who disobey without good reason! Together we will defeat this beast!" (The Writer) A bliss to the eye this vanguard of wolf hunters Untouched by fear and eager for adventures For fame and glory and royal granted gold Before my eye unfolds a story never been told Chained behind bars, a prisoner's strife Unsettling wars, I didn't want this life (The Hunter) Today you are a witness of this horrible crime This girl devoured, her head split in two Tomorrow you yourselves may be a spectacle too So help me to prevent that unfortunate time It has tasted the blood of woman and child Nothing else it wants to stalk and kill Most of you have joined me out of free will Now let's beat the bushes of this land so wild (The Lover) I still see his eyes all blue These eyes made my fear all true I still see her eyes in tears When the light in my head disappears (The Lover) This long and silent night Why did I invite this man at candlelight? This Terrible Scourge (The Writer) A hunt the largest I have ever seen To scour the woods, the caves and the hills Led by the guidance of shepherd's routine Drawn to a tale that honor fulfills A story of heroes and heartbreak alike Some seek revenge in tactics so disputed But magic seems to consume the arms that strike Avoiding those who hunt it, surprising those who elude it (The Hunter) The weather and the constant demands placed upon my men Have begun to take a dangerous toll It leaves me with a feeling of desperation again Not quite the mission these people hoped to enroll "We are dealing with a witch, or the devil in person. If only I could believe it!" (The Writer) The people of these cursed lands began to murmur their frustration For the Hunter it meant his final degradation Reassigned after the arrival of a famous hunter from the north With royal sign came these words: "This man leads the hunts henceforth!" This man from the north brought dogs of monstrous size They tracked a wolf so large it's tracks were hand palm wide When finally shot everyone took a look of this famous prize Could this be lastly a comfort for a land so tried
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
The Street Fair (The Hunter) Here, midst the tents, cages locked Beasts look down Behold, my dear friends, for they have shot The famous Hound Here for you all to see (The Scholar) I guess its stains, are born from the pains In the African plains Drawn, in the dawn, exotic carnaval, Just to entertain Not meant to be free! A predator's loose in these barren lands Chasing prey it never chased before Luxurious pet in the wrong hands It will not stop and it will hunt for more (The Writer) Ah, all these deaths, slumbering dreads Slowing down to insanity I still do see, decapitated heads Their mutilated souls, bereft of humanity (The Scholar) Rich people's wealth brought them health And an usher for a special treat But, a human bought beast I share the hope at least That we will never meet! A Love That Never Came (The Lover) Oh so faint this memory of you Longing for a love that never came Held in isolation, nothing that I could do Waiting for a dream that never came The French Nightmare (The Writer) All of us then joined the feast Sure we had finally killed the beast A wolf, the biggest I've ever seen Stuffed and portrayed on a canvas clean Cheers were heard from house to house Never have I witnessed a crowd so aroused But at the end of the day A prize much higher we had to pay "When night set in two more girls were devoured alive Their pale blue skin bore the marks of a deadly strife! Has this demonic beast eluded us again? The king now sent a marksman, the bravest of his men." (The Scholar) Why did they think a simple wolf was the one to blame? The way it attacks is not how a canine predator would do They say I'm just searching for money and for fame But I guess a lion or hyena is my only clue The Sleep of Reason (The Writer) Our land set aflame With blood so dramatically spilled But still the authorities claim That the famous Hound has been killed I talked to the autopsy surgeon No trace of human flesh he found He thinks with all hysterical action The actual killer still roams around (The Scholar) The sleep of reason produces monsters and beasts A narrow superstition invoked by doomsday priests It's still an animal captured or escaped from African shores That's causing these troublesome uproars But it is not a wolf!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
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Nine Months of Winter (The Preacher) I still have nightmares of that unearthly shape Watching me in the darkness, with my mouth agape Demonic fragrance overtook the air That ghostly silhouette left me in despair Sent down to rain His wrath on those so led astray I am a man of God, the sinners must be its prey You should run and hide As evil is in my sight I have a mission to inform them of their faults So that repentance will stop these cruel assaults You should run and hide Pray He'll be your guide "I've ordered public prayers to cleanse them of their sins So they might be prepared when the apocalyptic hunt begins" Three Months of Hell (The Farmer) A monstrous beast prowls my lands In broad daylight it attacks my herd Our safety now in official hands But I'll arm myself for I don't trust their word I have seen this monstrosity Common weapons will have no effect They don't see the reach of this enormity A simple wolf is what they expect (The Preacher) You should repent and hope As the devil let you astray You should redeem and pray Cling to your prayer rope You should run and hide Pray he'll be your guide Fear may strike your sinner's heart The choice is yours: heaven or hell Creatures that in nightmares dwell Will refresh you with a pardoned start (The Farmer) God may give the strength to withstand Virgin Mary, bliss upon my name The signs will tell that dark times are at hand But I swear this time He will reclaim Divine Vengeance (The Preacher) "The troubles man brings on himself Lead to damnation in eternity However our good Lord dearly wishes To help us avoid such sufferings, He sends scourges to force us back on the right path And to humble submission to His divine will!" You should run and hide Pray he'll be your guide Fear His holy vengeance You should redeem and hope Cling to your prayer rope Fear His holy vengeance Now... You should run and hide Redeem and hope He has left your side Now...
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
A Wild Heart (The Lover) My love for the outdoors A burden in my father's life As I walk through the wild moors Not just a housewife In the woods I met a man All mysterious charm around Here the story of my life began I listened to his voice spellbound This girl with a wild heart there all alone A beauty like finest art that even Venus outshone (The Lover) He talked of his bloodline With traces of royalty Far cousin to the King Divine Bound to an oath of fealty Yet hard was his life he said But more he didn't dare to tell I felt a sense of hidden dread Like living under a spell This girl with a wild heart there all alone I took a vow if our ways might part, carved in a stone This secret life of mine, haunts me from childhood age With such a cruel design, both a physical and mental cage A Fateful Meeting (The Hunter) Even principles of war couldn't stop this man eating beast I tried and failed, it presented so powerful a trial This hunter from the north, still living in denial For after he killed the wolf, the death toll even increased (The Wrtier) Now a part in rural culture and to folklore it belongs From stories in faraway countries to children's bedtime songs "Elle a tant mangé de monde, La bête du Gévaudan!" (The Hunter) After digesting my defeat I spent some time in an inn Drinking local brews There I met this newspaper writer and my life took a fateful spin He told me the latest news (The Writer) Of winter and hell, the only thing he found out there Snow and a cruel wind, the worst of weather he had to bear The steep and forested slopes with treacherous moors and rocky ravines This man from the north now knows what wild in the south really means The prize on the head of this monster attracted more people from all over the land Their horses trampled the fields, and more plunderers we had to withstand The hunter of the north had all but control A contagion of lawlessness Returning empty-handed on every patrol And Versailles now also noticed his failure to impress It crosses eight leagues in an hour he said This lethal enemy in our midst But at the start of July and another girl dead The message came that he was soon to be dismissed Left behind with all this mess Thus were the signs of his latest recess Killing that wolf, regaining his success? Into Darkness "Deep into that darkness peering Long I stood there wondering, hearing, doubting, Dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token And the only word there spoken was the whispered word Lenore..." Nights with darkest dreams, madness for all it seems Release me Captured every time I fled, afraid of the terror spread Unleach me The delirium of a madman, cursed or bound by spells Restricted in everything I can, the worst of earthly hells But at last that night I found a breach Ignoring their ambiguous warnings Run away! Fleeing and running as far as I could reach Leaving all these sufferings Run away! Days passed by and leagues I crossed Avoiding public places Run away! 'Til I reached the lands covered with frost Hiding all my fraces Run away!
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Begone You Demon! (The Preacher Although this beast frustrated these hunters They did not want to see the punishment of God Degraded by a series of blunders They put their trust in the words of a fraud Hear my sweetest children, For did not God in Leviticus say: "I will send against you the savage beasts Who will devour you and your flocks" (The Farmer) When I met this wandering priest I explained my own views of the nature of the beast A witch, a demon or a werewolf lord Untouched by prayer, impenetrable by sword (The Preacher) Begone you demon, princes of the blood Silver ammunition, blessed under Christian hood This land of priests that Virgin Mary adored No hellish beasts can defeat the heaven's horde (The Farmer) Deceptive hibernation This demon smothered a nation What I've seen with my own eyes The devil in disguise I searched for a god sent man To bless my musket gun Three bullets with silver enriched can free this land bewitched Princes of the Blood (The Farmer) It has a yearning for the wildest of lands Where witching trees grow and a weeping stone stands In holy water my arms were blessed And committed crimes I have confessed One night we met these two men One with hunting knife the other with a pen They told us that official word Spread the lie that this scourge was conquered (The Preacher) Begone you demon, princes of the blood Silver ammunition, blessed under Christian hood This land of priests that Virgin Mary adored No hellish beasts can defeat the heaven's horde For the heaven's horde! Begone you demon, princes of the blood Silver ammunition, blessed under Christian hood This land of priests that Virgin Mary adored No hellish beasts can defeat the heaven's horde (The Writer) As mad as they seemed a speck of truth I could find A plan very smartly schemed, playing with our mind Why bring together these people of different kind There's only one truth behind.
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A Monster They Couldn't Destroy (The Preacher) The true targets of His justice Were not the youngsters who suffered from its claws But rather their parents who had failed them so miserably By their disorderly cause It's only with Scripture that we ourselves can arm For swords or bullets will do it no harm (The Lover) I remember the day he said They may come and make threats are your doors When you find yourself in dread Leave this land and head for British shores (The Lover) I remember the day he said They may come and make threats at your doors When you find yourself in dread Leave this land and head for British shores Whatever happens I will always be yours Yet foreboding times are lying ahead You'll have to wait however hard our love deplores One day our life together may come instead (The Hunter) Could it be just a wolf that struck our nation Or was more at hand that caused this aggression? (The Farmer) It crossed a river erect on its hind paws It looked like witchery, defying nature's laws Its screams were heard from forest edge to caverns deep Its eyes peered through the dark as if never sleep Three Silver Bullets (The Scholar) I used to blame it on our appetite for exotica Or on a remnant of prehistoric times But after I met these people, an ever growing enigma Could there exist such supernatural crimes? (The Farmer) I prepared my hunt with blessings of a priest These three silver bullets, I say Beast "You will eat no more!" "No More!" (The Hunter) We shot the beast, blood everywhere We followed the trace There lies a man Could it be its first male victim? Royal troops surround us Pushing us away (Last diary entry by F. Morenas) "I've heard that where we shot that man, a strange stone was found, carved with unreadable markings. Grass won't grow there anymore. Instead it grew reddish, and no animal wants to eat it. People say that a dark figure haunts this place, Restless, hidden in the shadows. Some nights a sad moan can be heard. As if waiting for something, or someone." (Letter written by A. Lavoisier to Governeur Ballainvilliers) I condemn the way I was treated by your men This man Antoine, the royal gun-bearer made false claims of shooting a large wolf But we saw a man, killed or deadly wounded I've learned this wolf was embalmed and shipped with haste to the king's court (Letter written by G.F. de Choiseul-Beaupré to Abbé P. Pourcher) I gave my children their last chance I looked death in the eyes This demon is real, there will be no absolution May the Lord forgive their secret substitution (Last diary entry by J.B. Duhamel) We retreated to my home Tired and baffled Followed by men Bearing royal marks Following our steps Eyes are watchiing What dark secrets did we unveil?
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
(The Writer) "In the Mystic Arts, they speak of the Ossyrian Race, of which a man or woman were doomed; doomed to spend a certain number of years in wolf's form. Only after seven years they might return home and resume their former shape. It is to say, if they were still alive!" (The Lover) "Will I ever see you again? I don't know. And how many years will I have to spend alone? But you stole my heart away, so I will wait. And every day, before the dawn, I will await your secret footsteps on my porch, like all these times before. Like all these nights before."
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
(The Lover) Once long ago in a dream I believed To hold what I loved with a heart never grieved They said: "Behave you girl and a wealthy future waits Be strong, abide, think of our family fortune weights." Once I believed in a true love's first kiss Never thought to find it in an exiled man's bliss They said: "Forget this man and marry a simple lord Don't act as if you are a young fortuitous queen adored" But I, I can't deny my heart Longing for a love that never came My soul was stolen from the start Waiting for a dream that never came Now on these strange shores my soul is confined This likeness of him is the only thing left behind The sound of his voice a jewel gently caressed In hope of our reunion that he always professed So I cling to my pledge to live this life withdrawn I pray for his return and lie awake until the break of dawn For I, I can't deny my heart Longing for a love that never came My soul was stolen from the start Waiting for a dream that never came
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025