Heralds Of The Night
Today's a new scent
For the wolf pack
To ride on
Bringers
Harbingers
Heralds of the night
Their songs upon
The crescent moon
Dripping
In the wake
A fury, comes an
Aftermath in their tongue
News spread fast
On naked ears
Ever so
Blind
As cracks open
A mass swelling
Bearings
Now comes their
True nature
In a form of
Ritualistics & campfires
Dancing mad men
And late nights
Forgotten
By
The caravans haunted
Of baying beasts before
Crossing riverbeds tossing
Plague ridden bodies
Downstreams
And further
"Take the
Remnants on stakes
For the eyes
To witness
A cruelty for justice
Fear, for the people"
Do not believe them
Mark a new scent
For the wolf pack
To ride on
Bringers
Harbingers
Heralds of the night
Their songs upon
The crescent moon
Forever
In the wake
Of the wild