The Black Dahlia Murder

A code embedded deep within,
Encrypted in vaults of bone and skin.
A tug magnetic toward the dark,
The wolf voracious hath witnessed it’s mark.
Internal pressure growing behind your eyes,
It’s mounting still.
Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you,
Humanity decreasing.
Blood is strong upon the passing winds,
To forsake would be a sin,
Let the night entrance you.
You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium,
Pitch black transmission of the soul.
Instincts from within rise,
We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside,
Cannot escape this longing.
These symptoms don’t remit for death,
Becoming sick.
The long hairs,
Feel them stand,
The nightworld calls again.
Your existence turning black,
There’ll be no coming back.
A desire to tear and hack,
It’s growing lord,
Please help us.
You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium,
Pitch black transmission of the soul.
Instincts from within rise,