Lunar Kin!

[Intro - dark, rhythmic wooden flute melody plays over a low hum of a cello] The fever starts in the marrow. A slow heat. A stretching of the spirit. Can you hear it? The sound of a man coming undone? It's not a death... it's a birth.

[1] In the frost of the North, the Vulfen arise, With the weight of the Volsung in their burning eyes. Through the fog of the Balkans, the Vrykolakas creep, Disturbing the land while the innocent sleep. Not just a man, but a vessel of wrath, Tearing a hole through the civilization's path. From the blood of Lycaon to the shadow of Rome, The beast finds a heart and it calls it a home.

[Chorus] Tear the veil, embrace the hide, Nowhere left for the man to hide! Under the eye of the silver moon, Nature hums a lethal tune. Spirit of wolf and the heart of a man, Bound by a curse since the world began! (Go!)

[2] Deep in French forests, the Loupgarou roams, The Beast of Gévaudan stalks the village homes. Across the Atlantic, beneath the desert sky, The Skinwalker watches with a predatory eye. By a wolf-skin belt or a pact with the dark, The transition begins with a singular spark. A biological nightmare, a psychological rift, The ultimate curse or the ultimate gift?

[Bridge - dive bombs and rapid fire shredding, mimicking the agony of the transformation] the hide-bind! the jaw-stretch! the bone-rebreak! the human wretch! from berserker skins to the witch's ointment, death is the only final appointment! shed the flesh! become the beast! (blegh!)

[3] The silver bullet is a mercy sought, For the battles within that are constantly fought. Pentagrams etched in the palm of the hand, An outcast, a pariah, across every land. From the whispers of folklore to the cinematic screen, The most savage predator that humanity has seen. Hear the howl in the distance, the snapping of bone, You are never truly safe, you are never alone.

[Chorus] Tear the veil, embrace the hide, Nowhere left for the man to hide! Under the eye of the silver moon, Nature hums a lethal tune. Spirit of wolf and the heart of a man, Bound by a curse since the world began! (Go!)

[Outro] The blood of Lycaon calls! From the dark heart of the forest to the concrete veins of the city! Strip away the lies! Strip away the clothes! Tonight, we feed!