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Amongst the perilous mists,

formed of the moon arising new.

The creature set upon us like a plague.

Waist deep we proceeded,

to be butchered in the fog.

Strafing straight into the clutches,

of the beast that Hell hath spawned.

One by one,

did they scream.

Dragged beneath,

the blanket of the mist.

The mob is damned, born to lose.

A sacrifice of human meat,

to lycanthropic bliss.

The wolf simply can't resist!

Shots erupt,

the strongest men are lost,

as panic claims this throng.

Who will hunt,

and who will be the skinned?

The elder evil wins!

Where's our bravado now?

The drunk and dead begin to pile.

In vain we laughed and cheered,

this night that spells our end.

Flashlights are dwindling down,

by earthly Gods we're disavowed.

Plump sow apple in mouth,

the wolfen's pending feast.

"Above the law!",

we declared.

Now lucky if we're left,

above the ground.

Comb the wood,

a child we seek.

So little did we men know,

that our end would there be found.

I held my breath,

as we happened on the girl,

or should I say what was left.

Father screams,

uncontrollably.

He's lost his sanity!

Thirty one,

closed casket funerals.

Victims of sheer disbelief!

Thirty one sent to the slaughter,

to be without reprieve

Dragged below sight,

writhing in the haze.

Like sitting ducks we are,

in moments to be splayed.

Where's our militia now?

Our bravest men, a mounting pile.

To think we toasted rye,

this night that spells our end.

"Above the law!",

we declared.

Now lucky if we're left,

above the ground.

Comb the wood,

a child we seek.

So little did we men know,

that our end would there be found.

Six feet down!