Melancholia of A King

In the field of war, I stand in the night. My foes stand before me, Drenched in moonlight. What must they know, Of my dark secret. I cannot let them live, To the grave they shall keep it. To wet my claws With blood in the night. To protect my secret, I am prepared to fight! The waxing crescent Of the moon fills my eyes, And with its pale light, Is my enemies demise. *cursed howling* Blood coats, My coat, Of fur, Lycanthropic Desire. Moonlight, At night Fuels me, Pulls me My flesh It hungers. No more, My secret Must perish, Sent to the grave below. I cannot stand this bloodlust anymore! Bodies Litter the field. The slain The ones who knew my plight. How many more Will I have to massacre. An empty kingdom Is still mine! Mine Mine! X2 This kingdom is mine. And none shall take it from me. This kingdom is mine. And none shall take it from me. This kingdom is mine. And none shall take it from me. This kingdom is my own!