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Tingly sensations, drifting down your spine, As flesh is torn,
as bones are snapped, Lusting for a single taste of blood,
A handsome demon hungrily thirsts. Pearl fangs sink into bright
blue veins, As screams echo through the darkness, Consuming luscious
crimson glory, Within each deadly kiss. True love only exists through
death, Through pain, misery, despair Through the experience,
Of a Werewolf,s kiss.
Tainted Promise
It's a curse, a tainted promise
passed down for generations to pass
from one to another, and never quiting
it has no peace of mind
it has no gift, only lies
sharp teeth and a warm hide, are its given liesthey like to hunt at unlikely times
Full moons are their only friends
Lycanthrope is a beast i can not say
its a beast of the night, its a beast that sees no light
its a beast that is immortal
once human and now a gargoyle of the night
it stakes humans as there prey giving the curse again to another
lycanthrope is a beast i will never say.
Full MOON FEvEr
IT WAS MANY
YEARS AGO NOW
BUT I REALLY
CAN'T BE SURE GOT TO BE A
REMEDY SOMEHOW
SOMEBODY FIND
ME A CURE WALKING DOWN
A DARKEND ALLEY LOOKED UP
SAW THE MOONLOOKED DOWN
MY HANDS WERE HAIRY
I FEEL I'LL BE KILLING SOON I SEE THE MOON
MOVING IN THE SKY
I'M FEELING CRAZY
I WONDER WHY DARK SHADOWS
UNDER FULL
MOON BRIGHT
I AM CURSED
TO KILL TONIGHT WATCH OUT
IF YOU GO ASTRAY
WATCH YOUR BACK
IF YOU LOOSE YOUR WAY FEELING COLD
FEELING ILL
FORCED TO HUNT
BORN TO KILLFULL MOON FEVER
NEVER GROWS OLD
IT'S A STORY FOR THE
YOUNG AND OLD
Blood Moon (Beware The Wolf)
The full moon is red
As darkness descends
Its time once again
For wolf to shed skin
The cycle has started
The wheel forever turns
Deep down inside
The hunger burns
Runs-the Great Hunter
With scent of the prey
Howls with the wind
The words he cannot say
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Nose to the wind
He runs with the pack
Rain trickles down
The fur on his back
The scent of fear
From the city of Man
The hunter now Hunted
Escape if you can
The hunter cannot run
As fast as the wolf
Bloody the feast
That bridges the gulf
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooooooooo
The cycle is complete
The wolf turns into man
With memories that fade
Back into the land
Man wonders anew,
I get here again?
With blood on his lips
His scream never end
His curse seems forgotten
For the 28 days
Then the cycle returns
Full moon under haze
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Beware the man!
Beware the wolf!
Wolf Man
Darkest night calls the hungry wolf man towards the moon, howling passionate insanity
Feast upon the damned cries of the lonely hearts and devour their sorrow
Touch not their souls for it will chill you to the bone, only their blackened hearts
Fear their feelings for they are strange and alien to all but ones that know of their plight
Let the darkness be your blanket as you hide from the light for your hell born feast
The blood upon your snout will deceive your senses and guide you towards your doom
Fight off the strange men with fires burning with hatred as its fuel
Do not let them destroy you just because they cannot understand that which you are
Wolf man hide not within a cave like the animal you are hunted as
But hide within the enemys hearts and forever let them kill each other
"Lycanthrope"
You can here it now
Is it coming from behind you?
It is low; a rasping breath
And then a growl...Don't try to run
You would die
Stay on guard
You might have a chance The wind blows through my fur
Feral intelligence burns from my eyes
I see you have turned around
Fatal mistake.I'm on you now
You see me but it's just too late
Look how you tremble in fear...
Just like a frightened rabbit But there's something different?
Feelings weak and warm
A human side begins to see
Our eyes meet Now I am of two minds
One side wants to tear
The other sees your beauty
Your soft, red hair and pristine flesh...My claws and fangs yearn to rend
Unholy thirst and hunger grip me
But you are just too beautiful...
I never want to harm you.Run now, lovely angel
I have had a change of heart
Play in my snowy forests and open fields
You will always be protected here
Of Wolf & Man
So what does a werewolf look like and how can you tell if someone you know is in fact a creature of the night?
From countless stories over the centuries people have noted difference that supposedly signify wereism. In their everyday human form they have course bushy eyebrows that met over the bridge of their nose, thick almond shaped fingernails that are usually very long and curved and colored a dark red. Hair grows from their palms and sometimes a star is formed from the lines on the palms. Extra long canines, heavy jaws, and large protruding noses are also signs that one might be a werewolf. Their ears are long and pressed back upon the head. Their skin is usually mottled or unusual colors such as yellow or grey and sometimes even greenish. Their skin is also supposedly rough and dry, scratchy and they usually sport copious amounts of hair all over their bodies. Another sign is that werewolves are often very thirsty and their mouths and eyes are always dry. But it wasnt just appearance that set these people apart from the regular population. They also displayed other traits. They are usually prevalent to nocturnal behavior and are solitary in their activities. They are known for frequenting graveyards and violating graves by digging them up and feasting upon the dead. Of course a werewolf was not always in his/her lupine form. Normally the werewolf appears as a normal human except for the above mentioned signs. But the werewolf is most comfortable in a wolfy guise. This transformation was achieved in many ways, highly dangerous ways at that. Most commonly referred to by known werewolves that had appeared in documented trials was the ritual or rite. Usually practiced in the solitary confines of the forests when the moon was full and bright. The afflicted individual would trace a large circle into the earth and in the center of the circle a fire would be made and the beginnings of a magic ointment or potion was made. Each person made theirs differently but mostly the plants involved were highly toxic. Belladona, Hemlock, Henbane, and Nightshade were used. These plant ingredients were boiled or steeped to extract their most potent properties and then the resulting brew was mixed with fat from either human or animal, olive oil or turpentine. Some time later when distillation of alcohol was prevalent alcohol was substituted. After the mixture was complete the person wishing to change would then rub the concoction onto his skin and then don a belt made of wolf skin or a full wolf pelt and pray to the devil to help him change. When completed the person would then turn into a wolf and took off to search for prey.Hail, hail, hail, great Wolf Spirit, hail
A boon I ask thee, mighty shade,
Within this circle I have made.
Make me a werewolf strong and bold,
The terror alike of young and old.
The chant above is similar to the many other chants and prayers that have been recorded as ancient incantations that bring about the change from man to wolf. Invocations of evil. Calling upon the spirits of the forests and even the devil himself to aide in the transformation. But the prayer was not enough, it was the belt or pelt made of a wolfs hide that lent the spirit of the wolf to the human that sought release from the human form. And with the combination of the highly hallucinogenic and toxicity of the plants used in the salve that was rubbed into the flesh, the transformation was complete. It is not known for certain that these people did not truly transform, but the methods they used to complete their transformation were definitely conducive to altering their perceptions into believing that they were mad blood thirsty beasts. Cases and Accounts of Werism It was not just a faery tale to frighten children any more. As civilizations improved and more people began passing on stories a new light was shed on these creatures and when murders of violent brutality occurred there began a new series of documentation, one that was more credible than the usual peasant hearsay. Suddently werewolves were everywhere and now there were trial records to back up the epidemic of cases. During 1520 and 1630 more than 30,000 people were labeled as werewolves. These people were tortured until they confessed to the crimes revealed by their criminal investigation. Many suffered burning, decapitation, and impalement upon stakes. For the ones that escaped death it was not an easy row. Scarred forever with psychological trauma and the stigma of having been accused of being a werewolf many never regained their normal lives and some took their own life to escape the tortures they had to live with.Werewolf Trials The case of Pierre Burgot and Michel Verdun
In 1591, Pierre Burgot and Michel Verdum were the convicted werewolves. Nineteen years ago when Burgot was desperately trying to gather his storm frightened sheep, he met with three mysterious black dressed horsemen. One of them assured him the future protection of his sheep and gave him some money as well. In return the stranger just wanted Burgot to obey him as the Lord. Accepting the proposal Burgot agreed to meet again. In the second meeting the so-called Lord announced the full conditions of the deal:
Burgot must renounce God, the Holy Virgin, the Company of Heaven, his baptism and also his confirmation.
As year passed Burgot became reluctant to maintain the pact. Then he was called by Michel Verdum. Verdum demanded him to strip naked and rub a magic ointment on his body. When Burgot obeyed the order, he found his arms and legs had become hairy, his hands reshaped into paws. Verdum changed his shape too and together they ran through the surrounding countryside. They committed various awful crimes. They tore to pieces a seven-year-old boy, killed a woman and abducted a four-year-old girl. The unfortunate girl was fully eaten up by two of them. When they were caught they were duly put to death. Their picture was hung in the local church as a reminder of all the evil deeds that men could commit under the influence of Satan. Gilles Garnier, the hermit of Dole,In 1573 werewolf attacks became more apparent. After finding several half-eaten children the authorities of the town le in Frenche-Comt province put a price on werewolves head. Two months after the injunction, an alleged werewolf named Gillas Garner was arrested. His victims were nine to twelve-year-old children. He slew them with his paws and teeth. To satisfy his appetite, he ate flesh from their thigh, legs and belly. The story of his crimes and sentencing him to death still survive and have become a folk song. Werewolf of CaudeIn 1584 two alleged werewolves, Pierre Gandillon and his son George were apprehended. They were accused for having murdered and eaten numerous youngsters under the narcotic influence of the salve with which they rubbed their bodies. Again in 1598 Jacques Rollet was tried for killing and eating a boy of fifteen. He was known as the werewolf of Caude. When he was found in the woods, he was half-naked with long matted hair and blood covered hands. He was still holding a lump of flesh. At his trial he described how he had slaughtered various people, including a number of Attorneys, lawyers and bailiffs. Though he was sentenced to death he was later sent to a madhouse. Strangely he stayed there for only two years. The TailorAmong other werewolf cases, the story of a tailor stands out for its peculiarity. The alleged werewolf would hide in the forests and lie in wait for a passerby. Whenever he could get a chance, he jumped out and killed the ill-fated man. He had a shop and used it as to bait children. He tempted them into his shop, and then killed them. In his cellars he stored their meat like butchers.Some barrels were used to stack up bones and other foul and hideous things. The records accumulated during his trial were so repulsive that the court decided that it would better destroy them. The Lycanthropic Child There is also a record of a child werewolf. He was Jean Grenier of Aquitaire. His story was more or less like that of Burgot. When his father beat him, he ran away from home and wandered around the countryside. One evening another boy named Pierre La Tihaire took him to the depths of the woods. The Lord of the Jungle was present there. He was a tall black dressed dark man upon a dark horse. The Lord got off his horse and kissed Grenier with icy lips. In the second meeting both of the boys submitted themselves to the Lord of the forest. Their master scratched tattoos on their thighs as brands. He brought out a wine bag and gave them a drink. He also presented them wolf skins and an ointment. The Lord taught them how to rub their bodies with the ointment before putting on the fur
During their reign of terror fifteen children including one from Greniers cradle disappeared. When finally Grenier was caught in 1603, he confessed of eating them all. At that time he was fourteen, physically and mentally retarded. Taking into account of his age and limited mental capacity, the Judge ordered Grenier to be confined in a cloister for life. There he refused to eat any regular food and devoured offal instead. Seven years later when a man called Pierre de Lancre visited him, he had grown gaunt and lean. His deep-set black eyes burned incessantly. His hands were like claws with bent nails and his teeth were like canines. Apparently he enjoyed hearing about wolves and readily imitated them. After one more year he died, to be remembered forever in the anal of werewolves as the boy lycanthrope. Greiners case is among those that contributed to the shift in attitude towards the werewolf phenomenon. The head of the inquest committee who looked into this case found him incapable of rational thought. The change of shape existed only in the disorganized brain of the insane. Consequently it was not a crime that could be punished. Judges began to regard werewolf cases with approaching tolerance. Explanation
So what caused this phenomenon of the werewolf. Was it psychological delusions or drug induced frenzies. From the first report of werewolves there have been many explanations offered. Doctors, scientists, and psychologists have all tried to understand what caused such a rise in the belief of werewolves. From depression and chemical imbalances, to poor diet and lack of hygiene, many have tried to explain and effectively treat lycanthrope. As early as 1621 a clergyman by the name of Robert Burton wrote a book called Anatomy of Melancholy. In this work he claimed that lycanthrope was a psychological illness and he cast blame on witches, sorcerers, bad air, lack of sleep and even poor diet. But it matted not the medical reason for these people transforming into werewolves. At the time it was the preferred belief that magic and witchcraft was responsible for anything out of the ordinary. A French author in the early seventeenth century by the name of Henry Bouget wrote, that Satan would leave the person sleeping behind a bush and then go forth as a wolf to enact the evil thoughts of that person. He believed that the Devil could enter into the sleeping individuals mind and confuse the thoughts so much that he believes he had really been a wolf and had run about and killed men and beats.In the nineteenth century a French occultist liphas Lvi, wrote a book called the Mysteries of Magic and proposed that it was not the person that was doing the deeds but a phantom. He wrote, Thus in case of a man whose instinct is savage and sanguinary, his phantom will wander abroad in lupine form, whilst he sleeps painfully at home, dreaming he is a veritable wolf. Lvi believed that the wounds so often reported in the cases of werewolves could be attributed to the out-of-body experience. He saw the human body as a subject to magnetic as well as nervous influences and capable of receiving the wounds suffered by the metamorphosed shape. Science Takes a Shot:Today there is a list of afflictions that leads to lycanthropic episodes. 1. Schizophrenia
2. Organic Brain Syndrome with psychosis
3. Psychotic Depressive Reaction
4. Hysterical Neurosis of the disassociative type
5. Manic-depressive Psychosis
6. Psychomotor Epilepsy.
Of course science has attributed the earlier episodes of lycanthrope to a chemical reaction induced by grains and plants that had been infected with a type of fungus that can lead to hallucinogenic episodes. Also the ingredients of the salves and ointments was very toxic and held hallucinogenic properties and could have contributed to the psychosis and delusions of physical transformations. A strong theory that is usually accepted as the origin of lycanthrope is the diet of the common peasant. Bread was made from grain and was the main staple of the peasants diet. The grain used however was usually infected with ergot, a fungus which produces a chemical not unlike LSD (LysergicAcid Diethylamide). Although there are medicinal properties of ergot, consumed in large quantities could induce paranoid and hallucinogenic episodes. IN fact it was documented that in 1951 6 people died and 135 people were hospitalized from ergot poisoning in the French town of Pont St. Espirit. The victims had eaten bread made with ergot infected grain and the result was that the victims had horrible visions of being attacked by tigers and snakes and of turning into beasts. This particular incident gives merit to the organic cause of werewolves rather than an other worldly cause. Of course the other distinct possibility is that the werewolf victims were merely infected with a disease such as Rabies or Porphyria. Rabies is carried by warm blooded animals and is a virus that attacks the central nervous system and produces uncontrollable excitement and painful throat muscle contractions. This results in the victim being unable to swallow and drink, possibly resulting in the sign of dry mouth that is associated with werewolves. Of course death usually occurs with in three to five days of the first signs of symptoms. Porphyria is a rare genetic disorder that results in a deficiency of heme, a pigment in oxygen carrying red blood cells. Symptoms of Porphyria are photosensitivity, so severe that venturing out into daylight is extremely painful and usually promotes the sufferer to remain inside during daylight hours. As the condition advances the appearance of the victim becomes increasingly horrific. Discoloration of the skin and large amounts of hair on the face and body occur, and sometimes ever sores become apparent. Further progression of the disease leads to cartilage breakdown and the deterioration of the nose, ears, eyelids, and fingers begins. The teeth, fingernails can turn a dark reddish brown . Porphyria is also accompanied by mental disturbance including hysteria and delerium to manic-depressive episodes
Clap For The Wolfman
~The Guess Who
Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
They were friend's of mine
The highway's on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss
"She said "no, no, no"
Romance ain't keepin' me alive
I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
So I was left out in the cold
I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of
"She said "I don't want to know"
Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
She hollers "slow, slow, slow"
"Baby I can stop right on a dime"
I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
But how was I to bide my time
I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo
"She said "uh, uh, uh"
Said I'm about to overload
I said "you're what I've been livin' for"
She said "I don't want to know"
Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
You Are
Visiter
Number
You took the words right out of my mouth (hot summer nights) Meat Loaf
On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Will he offer me his mouth?
Yes
Will he offer me his teeth?
Yes
Wlll he offer me his jaws?
Yes
Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
Again. Will he offer me his hunger?
Yes
And will he starve without me?
Yes
And does he love me?
Yes
Yes
On a hot summer night.
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes
I bet you say that to all the boys.
It was a hot summer night and the beach was burning
There was a fog crawling over the sand
When I listen to your heart I hear the whole world turning
I see the shooting stars
Falling through your trembling hands
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know theres not another moment
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
You hold me so close that my knees grow weak
But my soul is flying high above the ground
I�m trying to speak but no matter what I do
I just cant seem to make any sound
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear its true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear its true
I was just about to say I love you
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water
And I guess that Im beginning to grin
Oooh, were finally alone and we can do what we want to
The night is young
And aint no one gonna know where you
No one gonna know where you
No ones gonna know where youve been
You were licking your lips and your lipstick shining
I was dying just to ask for a taste
We were lying together in a silver lining
By the light of the moon
You know theres not another moment
Not another moment
Not another moment to waste
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear its true
I was just about to say I love you
And then you took the words right out of my mouth
Oh-it must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
And I swear its true
I was just about to say I love you
You took the words right out of my mouth
It must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
It must have been while you were kissing me
You took the words right out of my mouth
It must have been while you were kissing me
Weeping wolf
When the last eagle soars over the last crying crimson skies
And the last brave lion roars and last worn unicorn dies
Through the shadows, staggers out the last wolf, it cries
I'm still alive, I alone survived!
As the last breath of wind fills the sweet dying air
Look with your heart not your eyes, at what is still there
Shes still here, though looking sad and torn
Stare unbelieving as the last wolf mourns
I'm alive...only I survived...
Under the last weeping morning
Theres a last pale moon rising
Nothing living left to show warning
the last wolf, still sits there mourning
no one left alive...only I survived...
She in all the world can feel pain and regret
Of being immortal while the rest perished
Life leaves forever, everything else to dying
Except this one last wolf to stay, proudly crying
I'm alive! I survived!
~The Black Wolf~
A black wolf runs through the night,
Hunting for its blood thirsty fight,
Carnivorous, devious beast of the night,
Its fur is as black as its selfish heart,
And its claws are as sharp as a new born sword,
Its a pure evil creature with eyes of fire,
Getting close to it, is dire,
No one can out run this creature,
And only a few have ever seen it and lived,
Shock and terror is what this creature brings,
And only the white wolf can stop this evil thing.
No human will stop the wolf of the night,
Its the black beast of the woods,
And its hunting tonight.
Release the Hound
Letting lose the ferocious fiend
Gnawing at the core of my being
Bright full moons and hairs astray
Bones left shattered amidst decay
Howls echo wrapped within the stars
Torn and tattered, left lying in shards
Awoken at morning's first given light
Forgetful of memories stolen at night.
The Tale of The Wolf
Fog looms over the land. Off in the distance a amanuensis castle stands. Moat murky and black. War torn brick walls riddled with cracks. Trees burnt and wickedly bent. In another time this castle look pristine and different. This castle now is home to a fierce dragon. I am here to slay this beast and to reclaim this castle called WolfHaven. On my horse I cross the draw bridge. I see the remains of past knights displayed up on a high ledge. I travel into the depth of the large walls. "Come out and fight me, ye old mangy beast." I call. Back in the darkness red glowing eyes appear. A loud snort as the dragon's head rears. Stepping out into the light of the courtyard, wings spread, he peers at me. Flares his lip as he snarls and shows his teeth. Like a silent alarm went off we both leap into battle. Fire flies from his mouth, the heat is unbearable. Jumping off to the side. I throw my spear, hoping it takes a good guide. It strikes the beast, he let out a loud cry. "As my name is TheWolf, today you will DIE!" I leap for the spear, spun and landed on his head. "No longer will you hold this land in dread." The dragon tries to shake me. Flapping his massive wing, clouds of dust and debris. To the air he flies, I grab onto his horn. He roared loudly like a tremendous thunder storm. Climbed higher and higher into the sky we went. He spun around and headed toward the ground; hell-bent. I pulled my sword out of the sheath. I drove it deep into head as I gritted my teeth. He threw his head back. He hit the ground with a big crack. I fell to the ground. The force of the plunge made a deep mound. I sprung to my feet. Dragon not wanting admit to his defeat. He let out a roar, but he lost to much. Death has got him in it's clutch. I stand there watching him. The light in his eyes grows dim. With one final growl he parishes. The tale of TheWolf will go on for ages.
