Vaultwraith - High Priestess of the Wolf Coven

Beware the moon...

Delusions of my ancestry
Portraits of my descendants
Tortured visions and dreams
Violent and incessant
I hallucinate her execution
Animalistic impulse
I exact her retribution
With ritualistic symbols

I stand naked in the circle of fire
The taste of blood and flesh is all I desire
With their torches, they are looking for me
I am captured, but I will be freed

I rip open his throat, I scream in his face
My mouth full of his blood, but I don't leave a trace
Calling the lycan Gods, atop of the hill
I dump his body in the ravine, who next will I kill?

I stand naked in the circle of fire
The taste of blood and flesh is all I desire
With their torches, they are looking for me
I am captured, but I will be freed

Lycanthropic fury, I eat his flesh
Feral and out of my mind, the devil's adulteress
I leave bodies in piles, beyond recognition
I've already survived, torture and inquisition

Baying at the full moon
Lycan savagery is your doom