Howling On The Moon (2018-2022)

Sunset, time to bite
magic made tonight
dancing with the lamb
to let her find out what I am.

Bushland, flesh is young
her taste still on my tongue
fire burning, night returning
I know that soon
she'll be howling on the Moon.

The instincts don't rehearse
bound to pass the curse
spirits kiss the belle
initiation of the spell.

C2

Treasure the wild within
now when we are akin
silver bullets kill
survival rules your will.

C3