The moon dripped the shine
Onto the land that once was fine
Now the best of the worst is a ruler
It was going to happen
Later or sooner.
As the hope dissolves into the mist
The serpent lying within hissed
Spitting the poison rusting the mind
Black veil draping
Third eye is going blind.
And so the show will come to an end
There are some demons I'd like to send
Flowers will wilt as I walk by
I'm the one who lurks in nightmares
I'm the wolf's cry.