The Lycaon King

On an altar, lays a child pure of soul

A feast for the gods intent

Sacrificed, for the wicked to present

to Zeus, with the gift of flesh

this heart it fills with rage.

A compassion once renowned

from the memories of a bygone age

This, act, can't be ignored

His curse for all to see,

THE KING'S A WOLF

At the dusk of the setting Sun

Crimson skies now fall

A curse of the moon that is full

where shadows lurk no more

Arcadia beckons them all

Now they bow to none

A new beast of the night has been born

At the dusk of the setting sun.

Lycaon, runs into the night

Far away from the sight of Zeus

Feral urges, to feed upon the on flesh

There's new hunger in the luminance

His son's are the first for him to taste

A deception of the nation,

and the people he has plagued

A dire lesson for a king

To consume the flesh of his own kin, unknowingly the lust begins

Now Arcadia beckons them all

At the dusk of the setting sun

A new beast of the night has been born

At the the dusk of the setting sun

In the cold, they lay the kin,

out for him to feast

A blood lust born on the night's full moon, this hunger now ravishing

Sacrificial rituals by

the people once repressed by tyranny

Fuelled by retribution for the vile abomination of his reign

Sacrificing those

now linked to his ancestry

Like lambs to the slaughter they are bound. awaiting their new fate

Feed - Feed - Feed

Feed them to the wolf.

Feed - Feed - Feed

FEED THEM TO THE WOLF

Feed his heirs to the wolf

Dispense the sinners to the wolf

Throw the wicked to the wolf

FEED THE HEATHENS TO THE WOLF

FEED THEM ALL