Morphosis
I’ll be eating all day
I come to the clearing
Of winter’s last fall
You will hear me howl
To the moon of my lord
Give me scent
Of precious meat for my belly
I am ready to tear apart
Any creature with a heart
Oh lord of the moon
Hear my howl and give me now
This that I desire
I will be a good servant
I need my meat for feasting
I have no one else to enjoy with
This rogue life is not uplifting
Unless I get me precious meats
Give me the scent oh good lord of the moon
I want to repay you but what am I
Nothing more than your slave
I live off flesh until the last day
Then I turn back into you
The human I talk to