Your heart if a wolf's heart. Unconquered, throbbing with anger. Tearing the throats of your enemies apart, you let darkness absorb yourself, leaving not even a clot of white fur. Abandoning your fears you become the darkness.
This enraging pain feels like a dream which had never happened to me, but to someone else. Shattered down with no pulse of hope, I still dare to smile so you won't ever see me as a threat.
I see you through. Your angst and misery. You cry for peace but you will never find one. Not within yourself. Will you ever find someone to tame your demons?
This is getting through to me, this is getting through to me. My cursed soul is hollering like a baby, the small child of darkness, clamoring for a sacrifice.