The Garou

The full moon calls, my hot blood pounds,
I hear the cry of the pack
I smell the blood of raging battle
And with fangs bared, I attack!
Gaia will not fall this night,
Our mother, the Earth, shall feast
On the bodies of our enemies,
The servants of the Beast.
The evil force, the Wyrm, corrupts
With immortality;
The Kindred stalk the land and prey
On feeble humanity.
We Garou have sworn to slaughter
All of Drakul’s progeny;
We kill the vassals of the Wyrm
And save humanity. 1