The Wolf 8-9 Lyrics

The rise of the Wolf

Is not a fast story

To be told

But it is the story

That saves the pages

A future to be written

For the Venom casts

Not a future to live

But a future to die

To return to death

And undocument

The doubt that permeates Venom

Is where such a Wolf hides

Slyly turning each

Page to the next

Calling each sunrise

Long awaited for in darkness

Doubt does not show itself

Merely within the darkness

But perseverates on the light as well

The wolf is hungry

And as she eats

She cannot tell if she

Will sooner be hungrier

Than satiated

With the world as black

As it is

Her bones are deemed beautiful

Pointed straight outwards

From her hide

Tickled by the wind, or

By a curious hand nearby

This beauty screams death

The standards of the world

She finds herself awake in

She musters an angry noise

To shout at

What has treated her so

High above

They hear her cry

And demand penance for

Her unusual disobedience

She should love her body

Her decaying mind

Yet the Wolf abides

By no rules but for those True

She does not flog herself

As she should

But instead inches her

Nose to the air and

Lets out the first sigh

The wolf is hungry

And as she eats

She cannot tell if she

Will sooner be hungrier

Than satiated

With the world as black

As it is

Her bones are deemed beautiful

Pointed straight outwards

From her hide

Tickled by the wind, or

By a curious hand nearby