The Blackest Incarnation The Black Dahlia Murder

I awaken -- deep in the grasp of frozen pines
Not a shred of clothing, yet I feel no cold
The woods envelope my soul
Perception multiplies
My senses heighten to extremes

My heartbeat ever-increasing
The only sound aside from the wailing of the wind through the trees

I know no fear
Boundaries of mortal human flesh have abandoned me as I am renewed
I dreamt of such a mutation for countless winter nights
My essence became that of a beast
I gracefully cut through the forest
Shedding my former husk
Unfettered by the hindrances of past

My purpose manifests, I am void of delusion
I am born into this wolven form in seek of human flesh

Lead by vampiric hunger
I will to feast upon the bones of the meek
The marrow of my enemies

Lusting to be bathed in the blood of a child
To quench my maw with shreds of virgin flesh
To tear apart he who I once was
To rid the world of his feeble lies