02 - Midnight Ruin

[Song - 02 off of the album "Wolf's Lament] Dark smog settles on broken city streets, Dust in silence, storm’s breath at my feet. Steel towers watch, circuits hum in the night, Calculating, tracking, primed to ignite. Tonight’s the night—the full moon’s cold bite, Its silver gaze draws out the beast inside. Skin crawls, muscles twist; the fever floods, Hunger rises, pulse thick with blood. I can’t let them see, can’t let them know, Friends and family, caught in the shadow. They see the man, but not the curse I hide, So I slip out alone, where the terrors reside. Breath thick and sharp Eyes wild in dust I feel it coming, The moon’s pull-- bloodlust. Metal on pavement, sensors flaring bright, They prowl on the streets, I can't win this fight. The beast claws deep, ready to split my bones, Its howl too close—I can’t go home. Circuits blaze with a pulse like blood, But they can’t feel pain, can’t taste the flood. Can’t know what it’s like to be a man and a beast, Trapped in the storm, chained to the feast. So I run through ruin Hunted by electronic eyes A beast in their midst I hide to not be their prize Flesh and metal, doomed worlds collide, In a place where humans have nowhere to hide. What’s left of me, when the blood haze clears? Machine or wolf— both are my fears. I thought I was alone in the shadows of this curse, But now I see metal eyes; could it get any worse? Circuits freeze, processors flare—they see me for what I am, And now I am the hunted, but I am no weak little lamb. Run with the fury Run with the hate Run with the beast Before it’s too late Bone snaps like fire, muscles turn against my soul, Hunger boils and I lose all control. Fur floods my skin, teeth shatter in twisted jaws, My limbs contort outward forming into deadly claws. They close in, sensors lock as my bones transform, I’m the hunted now, in my own wild storm. With a howl, I rise - my joints crack and groan, This world is turning red, and I’m claiming my throne. Blood paints the ground Iron runs red I am the terror Machines learned to dread. Man or wolf—does it matter when blood spills free? The primal hunt, in this wasteland, is all that’s left of me. I lose myself, let instinct and rage ignite, A reaper-- carnage incarnate-- bound to the full moon's bite. There’s no way back—just a beast on its own, Running wild, cursed in a dead man’s zone.