The end is what i fear
the start of something real
has now become the kill
if it were not for light
ill be dead by night
it will drain me still
until it has its fill
then at new moons rise
this creature with the strength of might
will turn me into thus which i so much feared
with the catch to learn to feel the pain that is so clear
the escape of something fierce has pulled me in the run
of every sunrise near
