Wvlfkvnt - Datura

I took from her a barren soul

My curse on thee, bear creatures of war

Full moon, first night

Back home she rides

Taken from sleep

Chosen of the beast

Her skin, so ripe calls forth my seed

Her womb, so wrecked becomes the key

Once, she hid behind the elder wives

But not tonight

She rides alone on bloodstained hyde

Dark riders born of her flesh

Defenders of her home

The rancid one

They call her mother beast

Her child is war

Tonight we fight

For the mother of our tribe

Tonight we ride

For her

Tonight

We are tribe

Tonight we fight

For the mother of our tribe

Tonight we ride

Alive

To this day

They must pass

From her rotting womb

Mother of wolves

Demon born