Werewolf

Swallowed by the dark pitch night,

traces of crow's voices noisy echoes,

like moaning of regret,

sin wrapped by gold.

The pale full moon sheltering wet soil,

colouring the pain on entire body,

as I gently feel enfeebled,

my soul stepping into emptiness.

What felt was only cold,

my consciousness disappeared,

I'm sinking in savagery...

Smell of blood spread filled the sky,

hunger took over the demon lust on this side,

I'm the soul's prisoner...

Stop me,

wake me,

heal me,

I'm only a desperate victim...

Even if I should be killed,

don't let me stain my hands with blood...

Ah, honey...

You're only a butterfly,

that flying around in the park,

which I can never reach...

Tragic fate burning the dream,

me, forever have only shadow...